Текст книги "Degrade"

Автор книги: T. L. Smith

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This man, this man makes me want to drop to my knees and beg him to do dirty things to me. He takes my morals, and throws them out the door with just the look of his smile, his eyes, and of course his hot body.

“Bexley,” he says so deeply it has me clenching my legs together in his car.

“Zeke,” is all I can reply. My brain isn’t functioning.

“You look delicious,” his voice is low, his eyes are on my legs where my skirt is riding high up on his seat. My hand automatically goes there, to protect myself from what he may see. His eyes narrow and I can tell he wants me to move them, to let him look if he chooses..

He drives again, only stopping briefly to look at me. His emotions are not there to see. I want to be witty, smart, but nothing leaves my mouth and I just stare. I can’t seem to do anything else. His jaw is strong, cheekbones high, hair styled so stylish I want to touch it to see what it looks like messed up, with my hands running through it.

He catches me looking, the car comes to a stop and I didn’t even notice. One side of his lip quirks up; he couldn’t have known what I was thinking, could he? I bring my knees tighter together, and the movement brings his eyes down.

“I think it’s best if we go somewhere public,” he says with his roaming eyes. My head nods. Well, I think it does, I hope it does, and his eyes narrow before turning to get out and walking around to my side.

The car door opens, and when I look past him to see where we are, I notice a bar, and my face cringes. Why would he take me here? To get in my pants? Because that could have been made easier; he could just touch me and I’m sure I wouldn’t say no.

“This is my favorite place,” he says noticing my scrunched up expression. He shuts the car door and his hand touches the small of back as he guides me inside. A man comes to the entrance as soon as we enter, greets Zeke with open arms and taps him on the back. I look around, and to me it seems like an ordinary everyday bar. Nothing unusual about it at all.

“Bring me my usual times two, old man,” Zeke says and the man with salt and pepper hair smiles and nods. Zeke takes me to the back and sits down opposite me, his eyes appraising me again. I feel like he assesses me every time he does this, like I have to fight to stay under his gaze.

“You like it here?” I ask him, not being able to make eye contact, to which he has no trouble doing.

“I do,” is all I get in reply.

A chocolate cake is brought out, and it’s set right in front of me. I give it a weird look as I wouldn’t call this dinner. I manage to look at him and see his eyes on me, which seems to be all he’s been doing the whole date.

“Do I have something on my face?” I ask him, touching my face.

“Why would you ask that?” he says tipping his head to the side.

“No reason,” I reply, not wanting to sound like I’m fishing for a compliment when I’m clearly not.

“I don’t do dates,” he says.

“Why?” I ask, it was him that asked me after all.

“I just don’t. No need for it,” he says shrugging his shoulder.

“You just fuck?” I ask, building confidence with him. He did say he doesn’t date, but here he is with me. His eyes flare, they change from their usual beautiful blue to grey in a second.

“That I do, and I do it well.” Now it’s my turn to flare, but not in the eyes, but down below between my legs.

“Why cake?”

“Henry is a family friend, he used to make me this cake on special occasions. Tonight is exactly that, my first date,” he says and I want to laugh, actually I do laugh at him.

“Really?” I say covering my mouth letting out a giggle.

“I love sweet things in my mouth, Bexley,” he says and fuck, if I didn’t know better, I’d say he meant more than the cake in front of us.

The rest of the cake is eaten in silence, and he doesn’t talk again. He just watches me, making me fidget every time I catch him doing so. One time I notice him and my face heats up, he smirks at that.

“Yes,” he says and I look up to see him on his phone. I didn’t even hear it ring. His head drops and then his eyes come back to mine. He mutters some words to which I tune out and then he hangs up.

“It’s time to go,” he says standing, offering me his hand.

“Okay,” I place my hand in his and he squeezes it and looks down at our hands like he can’t believe he just did that.

He drives me back, his eyes flicking from the road to me. It makes me feel so desired like I’ve never been before. It makes me feel sexy the way his eyes trace my legs, my face, my mid-section.

He stops at the apartment and doesn’t get out or say anything. I reach for the door handle and step out. His eyes are now trained on the steering wheel.

“I’ll call you,” he says through the window, still not looking. He takes off, not looking at me again, and leaving me standing there watching. I’m still watching even when he’s been gone for longer than five minutes. Wondering what it is with this man.

Love has no age, no limit; and no death.

~John Galsworthy~

Her full lips, the sway of her hips. They make me hard as fuck. I’ve fucked a lot of women. I work with some of the best looking women this world has to offer. But her, she’s a league of her own. And I want to conquer her, devour her, make her mine. Then bend her to my will. She seems hypnotized by me, most women do. But she has something different hiding behind her eyes when she looks at me. A spark some would say.

I plan to fuck her into submission, break her will to my submission. I want her to be mine, something I don’t usually want. But maybe I could play for a while. See where things take us, see how long I can last with her. I’ve never done it before, never bedded a woman for more than one night.

This could be interesting.

All my life, my heart has yearned for a thing I cannot name.

~Andre Breton~

He’s sex on a stick and he is every woman’s wet dream. He’s someone I want between my legs, right now. It’s been two weeks since I’ve heard from Zeke. He never called me straight away, and I wondered if maybe it was just a fluke that he thought he wanted me at all. But today when he called and stated he was picking me up at six, I couldn’t say no. Even if it was a demand instead of a gesture.

He picked me up in his red sports car, it was fast and fancy. He only said one word, it was simple but so hot “Bexley.” And now we’re at his house and he’s taking his clothes off to swim in the pool. We had a drink when we arrived and I refused any more¸ as I don’t like to drink. So now, we’re at his pool. He’s taken his shirt off and is kicking off his shoes, then his pants are next. I take a moment to let my eyes roam over him, from his face to his chest. When I stop on his chest, I see scars, which are circular in shape. They appear to be bullet wounds. I try not to stare long as his hands move to his Calvin Klein underwear, which hug his toned, and I just want to touch it along with the rest of him. His body is delicious. I’ve never touched or seen up close anyone as perfect as him. His underwear is next to be removed. I didn’t think he’d remove them, but he does so with absolutely no shame. His cock appears semi-hard and I smile thinking it’s for me.

“Are you going to strip or stare?” he asks while walking to the stairs of the pool. I’m shocked at first and then decide I can do this. I can remove my clothes and show a man I’ve known for less than a few weeks what I look like.

Fuck, no I can’t.

“I’ll stare,” I manage to say. He cocks his head to the side, evaluating me.

“I can’t fuck you if your clothed, Bexley, and I would prefer to fuck you in this pool,” he says like that’s all I’m here for. Fuck, maybe I am! “Stop evaluating everything, strip and get in the pool.” HHHis head goes under the water and rises again all wet, and now I’m all wet.

Shit! What if he hates what he sees? What if he kicks me out after seeing me naked? Shit, why am I even considering getting naked for a man I hardly know? Oh, that’s right, he makes my girl parts sing and scream without even touching me. Girls do this don’t they? They sleep with strangers and have one-night stands? Fuck it! I’m going to have my one night stand with a man that should not be looking at me like he’s going devour me, and probably spit me out when he’s done.

“Okay,” I say and reach for my shirt pulling it up and over my head. My shorts are next. Thank God I have matching underwear on today. Maybe I knew what was coming? I can’t look at him as I remove my bra and then my panties. Walking to the side of the pool, I descend the stairs, still not wanting to see if he’s pleased or disgusted with what he sees.

“Look at me,” his voice comes at me so close. I look up and he’s standing right there in front of me. Looking me in the eyes and then down my body, he devours me as he goes.

“I’m going to fuck you in this pool, then out of it so I can taste you,” he says and his arm reaches behind me and grabs my ass sliding me close to him. He drops his hands and grabs my legs so they wrap around his waist. I can immediately feel his erection near my entrance. A soft moan escapes my lips, I move slightly on him for some friction, and as soon as I do Zeke goes dead still, his hands hard on my thighs. I open my eyes to see his icy blue eyes are now gray. Looking at me, one of his hands goes between us, and he touches my clit. I go stiff from the touch. “You on anything?” he asks, very deeply. I shake my head no, and that’s all it takes. He reaches for a condom from the side of the pool, which I didn’t even see sitting there and slides it on between us.

Not wanting it to end, when he’s happy with how my moans have increased, he removes his hand and slowly inserts himself in me. He’s big, huge, so much so that he goes slowly at first. But I need more, it’s so painful wanting more, but not getting it. I reach down and remove his hand and sink down. My head goes back and he moves us backward in the water while I’m on his cock, and he starts to move me up and down. I want to scream from the pleasure rolling off of me and in me, and then he stops, lifting and turning me around. My hands go to the edge of the pool and he sinks back into me again. Fucking me like I’ve never been fucked. And all I can think is, Fuck! I’m so having one-night stands for the rest of my life if they feel like this.

“I’m going to fuck you all night,” Zeke whispers in my ear, biting it as he does. My back arches to give him more access and he takes it and fucks me so hard I scream, my eyes close and I’m in orgasm land.

His warmth leaves me and for a second I stay in the same spot, eyes closed. Not moving. When I do open them, I turn around to see where he is, but he’s disappeared. I swim to the edge of the pool and pull myself out, grabbing my clothes and pull my shirt and shorts on. I don’t know if I’m meant to go, or what I’m meant to do now. So I slowly make my way back inside his magnificent house and notice him standing at the fridge. I fidget with my other items of clothing in my hands as he turns to face me, with just a towel wrapped around him. His face scrunches when he looks at me.

“Why are you dressed?” He shakes his head and turns back around. “Get undressed,” he says turning to cook something on the stove. I smell bacon wafting my way and my belly grumbles loudly.

He turns back around when he’s done cooking and sees me still standing in the same position unmoving. “Why do you still have your clothes on, Bexley? I have to have dinner too,” he says with a slight smirk. He places the plate on the table in front of me and then looks me up and down before he reaches out and touches my shorts undoing the button and pulling them down. “Sit,” he says when I have nothing on from the waist down. I do and he says. “Eat!”

I manage to pick up a piece of bacon. Placing it in my mouth, he watches me eat and then removes his towel. His hand touches his cock and he strokes it a few times and then bends down on his knees. He grabs my knees and swivels me around in my chair and proceeds to eat me for dinner, making me scream. Then he fucks me over the kitchen table and I let him. I let him do it all because he can. He can fuck me any way if it means this man continues to touch me.

Zeke walks away leaving me lying on his kitchen table panting while trying to catch my breath. I lay there for a good ten minutes before I finally move. When I sit in the seat at the table, Zeke comes out dressed. I look at him with raised eyebrows.

“I’ll take you home now,” he says and walks out of the kitchen. I immediately feel used and abused. Grabbing my clothes that are now scattered across the floor, I rush to put them back on. Walking to the entrance of his home, I see that he’s already seated in his car waiting for me get in. I do so without saying a word. The drive is quiet, not a word is uttered from either of us. I can feel my body start to flush from the embarrassment that’s taking over as we near Ember’s apartment. He stops and I feel his gaze on me. I open the door and just as I’m all the way out, I turn to look at him. He doesn’t meet my eyes when I look, though his eyes are definitely on me, looking over my body. I shut the door and don’t say a word. What am I meant to say? I’m a dickhead for having a one night stand with a man that’s heartless? Nope, no words are needed. Maybe, actually, alcohol is required. And fuck, I don’t even drink.

Ember grills me for a few weeks about my mysterious date and I ask her what she knows about him. She said she couldn’t say, he’s very private and it’s best not to talk about it. I don’t argue with her, I just have to stop thinking about him. About the way his hands grabbed my hips so tight they left bruises, and about the way his tongue circled my clit and then dipped down low to make me even wetter. I have to get him out of my head, where he belongs. Because I couldn’t be with someone so heartless; a man with no emotion, because it’s not me.

Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?

~Christopher Marlowe~

Zeke has tried to ring me, but I’ve remained strong and not given in to that flashing green button that says talk. I know why he wants me if the sex was as good for him as it was for me, he wants more. And I don’t just want that. I’m turning twenty-six, I want something more stable, something to ground me. To give me companionship. I don’t see that in him, and I’m afraid that I would fall for him regardless.

Just as the thought of him pops in my head again, my phone starts ringing. Private number. I contemplate not answering until Ember looks my way and threatens me with her eyes. She’s sick of my phone ringing and she wants me to answer him whenever he calls. I’m in the middle of picking accessories for her latest client when it stops and restarts. I grab it and notice it’s a private number again. I answer, hoping it’s not him.

“Bexley,” his voice comes out strong, and I can feel my disdain for him weakening me with just at the sound of his voice.

“I’m working, Zeke,” I manage to say after a long pause.

“I know, I’m out front waiting for you,” he says roughly.

“Why?” I ask as I maneuver to the window of the two-story building, and when I look down, I see him leaning against his car. My heart speeds up just looking down at him. He dressed in casual dark jeans and a plain white shirt though he looks like a million dollars.

“‘Cause, I want you.”

“Ah ha,” is all I can say to that. What woman doesn’t want to hear that a man that can fuck and look as good as he does, say those words?

“Come down,” he says in a demanding voice. “Please,” he adds lastly. I look around to find Ember at the window and she nods her head excitedly.

“I’ll be right down,” I say and hang up. I go to the mirror and check my reflection. My hair is down, angling around my face, I have heels and a skirt on. I push my c-cup boobs up a bit higher in my low cut shirt and nod my head. I can do this. I can see him and not just fuck him. Then why the fuck was I checking to make sure I looked okay? I’m fucked!

He pushes away from the car when I exit the doors and looks me over, his eyes roaming all over me. He always seems to be doing that. Never giving anything away with his facial expressions or lack thereof.

“You’ve been ignoring me? Why?” he asks and walks closer. I back up, wanting to put some distance between us. He notices and stops his descent.

“I’m not a fuck bunny, I won’t be there to just please you. I want more, which I don’t think you can give,” I say and look down at my feet, not wanting to look at him in the eyes.

“Well, I want you. So, I guess we’ll have to work on that little situation of yours.” His voice is low. I look up to see his eyes still on me, assessing me again for a reaction.

“You don’t even know me,” I reply because it’s true. He doesn’t know a thing about me.

“I know what I want, always have. And I get what I want, always have.” He smirks with those last words.

“What do you do for work?” I ask, wanting an insight into him. He sighs at my question.

“Can we go for drinks if we’re going to play the ‘get to know you’ game?” he asks waving his hand to the car.

“I’m not getting in the car with you,” I say, knowing if I do, I’ll be a slave to my desires. He looks around unsure of what to do or say.

“There’s a bar across the street, let’s go there. Shall we?” he asks waving his hand in front of him motioning for me to go. I nod my head and we walk side by side heading to the bar. I don’t know what to say. Deciding to look from the corner of my eyes, I want to see his eyes, but they’re facing ahead. He’s so deliciously handsome it makes resisting him difficult. Once we reach the bar, he opens the door for me. We enter and take a booth in the back. The bar is quiet and there’s possibly only five other customers apart from us. The waitress comes over and takes our order. I tell her I’m okay, but Zeke orders two red wines and a cheese platter.

“Why have you been avoiding me, Bexley?”

Hmm…straight for the jugular he goes, no pleasantries with this man. The waitress comes back and places the platter on the table with our wine. He picks up a piece of cheese and opens his mouth sucking before chewing it. His lips are slightly wet, and his eyes have gone completely dark. I want him, I want this man bad.

“It will never work,” I say and sip my wine. Shifting in my seat, I cross my legs while he watches my every move.

“I know it would,” he says simply.

“It wouldn’t,” I retort back, looking at him. He smirks at me the cocky bastard.

“You’re sitting there right now, squeezing your legs tightly together trying to contain your reaction to me. Your eyes go hazy when you look at me and you bite your fingers to try to stop yourself from giving in to your desires. But the thing is, my cock is pushing against my pants right now. I want to bend you over this table, hike your skirt up and fuck you in front of all these people to show to you that you’re craving me as much as I’m craving you. And by the way, if I wanted to, you would let me.” I drop my hand from my mouth and stare at him in anger because he’s right.

“You’re a cocky son of a bitch, you know that?”

“I told you, I’m a man that gets what I want, Bexley.”

“And you want me?”

“Yes, and I want you.”

I nod my head thinking about this. Would it be the most stupid thing I’ve ever done? Or should I try? I’ve been in relationships before, but none, absolutely none, has made me feel the slightest bit of attraction that he pulls from me. Perhaps I should run with it, see where this desire comes from? Though I won’t make it easy for him. He won’t get me to bend over when he says so, or when he pleases.

“Come home with me?” he asks, standing and offering me his hand. I don’t say anything, I just stare at his outstretched hand, the hand that I want covering my body.

“I’m not having sex with you,” I say, defiance in my voice.

“If you say so.” He smirks again. Fuck him, and all his hotness.

He gets his way that night, and I stay at his house for two days. Doing nothing but lying in bed with him, watching movies, sleeping, but mostly fucking. He’s going to break me, fuck me, and then toss me out like trash when he’s done. And I can’t seem to say no to him. No matter how strong I am. I’m fucked.