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  “I don’t like how casual you’re being about this. Things get complicated when you involve sex, Petey. People get hurt. I don’t want you treating her like some toy, there for your enjoyment that you’re planning to toss aside when you’re done playing with. She’s our neighbor and I’m friends with her parents.”

  “It’s not like that with Rain, mom. It’s cool, we’re cool. I told you, she’s the one that started this, not me. I was fine just being friends,” he shrugs. “But if she’s going to offer it up, I’m taking it. Now are we done talking about my sex life? You know other guys don’t talk to their moms about getting laid.”

  “Fine, but I want to be on the record as saying I don’t approve and you better use protection. As much as I love you and I would never change a thing about being with your father, I don’t want you to find yourself in my position. It wasn’t easy, Pete. Learn from my past experiences.”

  Pete rolls his eyes at his mother and grabs my arm, pulling me out of the kitchen, through the back door and to my car.

  The second we get in the car, I stare at Pete and wait for him to speak.

  “What the fuck are you looking at me like that for?”

  “Oh, gee, I don’t know. Let me see. Could it be because you’re fucking the best looking girl to ever live in this fucking town and you never told me? I thought I was your best friend. You always tell me when you bag a chick.”

  “I’m not fucking her, okay? We sort of hooked up once and she’s not like the girls I bag and tell you and the guys about. Raina’s different.”

  “You going to try to get in her panties tonight?”

  Pete shrugs as we arrive at Amanda’s with three pizzas and a girly love story. I figured a violent or scary movie would not get Amanda in the mood I need her in tonight. I considered going with porn but chickened out in the store. The porn would probably have just pissed her off and made her change her mind anyway.

  Amanda opens the door wearing a tiny black mini skirt and a t-shirt so tight I can see every rib in her body and I forget all about Pete and Raina. I’m not sure I’m going to be able to make it through pizza and this movie with her looking this fucking hot. I grab her and pull her into my arms. “You look so fucking hot” I tell her and she slaps my bicep then gives it a little squeeze.

  “So do you want to go upstairs? Maybe we should go upstairs first then heat the pizza up later” she suggests.

  I don’t give her a chance to change her mind. I scoop her into my arms and run up the stairs two at a time, thank God she weighs next to nothing. I charge through her bedroom door and kick it closed behind me.

  In one swift motion, I remove her shirt and while I’m undoing her bra, I trail feather light kisses from her neck to her collar bone then to the top of her breasts. Her tits are amazing, not too big, not too small and her nipples are so tight they look painful. I use just the tip of my tongue to flick those hard, tight nipples of hers and they instantly grow harder as her head falls back and she grabs the back of my hair, pulling me closer to her body. I hear a growl escape one of us, it might be me, but who the fuck knows. I continue kissing down her flat belly and when I reach that sexy belly button she has, I can’t help but spend some time playing inside with my tongue.

  I slowly lower her skirt revealing the sexiest black silky panties I have ever seen. “Amanda, fuck” is all I can get out before my mouth takes hers, devours her. My tongue licks her lips, my teeth gnash her plush lower lip, then I suck it into my mouth to soothe the damage I’ve caused.

  Amanda’s hips slowly rock into me and I know the ache between her legs must be as strong as the one between mine. I pull back the covers of her bed then sigh as I’m not sure what I want her answer to this next question of mine to be, but I have to ask, I’ve had my suspicions lately. “Uh, babe? Have you, I mean you’re not…” I trail off as she looks at me confused. With a deep inhale of air I find the strength to blurt it out. “Amanda, are you a virgin?”

  “Does it matter?” she asks.

  “No. Yes. Well, yeah, kind of. I mean I’m not going to be pissed if you’re not. I just need to know before we…okay?”

  “No. I’m not. I had sex one time before, during sophomore year. He was nice until I let him have sex with me then he blew me off. That’s why I haven’t wanted to do this with you. I don’t want you to blow me off after you’re done” she admits looking sad and defeated.

  “Babe, I’m not going to blow you off. I plan on having sex with you for a very long time,” I try to tease her but realize too late that maybe humor is not what she needs right now. “Seriously, Amanda. Do you not realize how much I like you? I’ve had the worst case of blue balls for months now, but I didn’t want anyone but you. I’ve waited for you to be ready because I don’t want to just have sex; I want to have sex with you. I think I love you, Amanda.”

  Her smile lights up the room and she reaches for me as she lowers herself back down on her bed. I hover over her and lightly kiss her eyelids then her nose. “Don’t disappoint me, Todd. I hope you meant those words because I think I might be in love with you too and I don’t want to get burned again, so if you’re planning on turning into a world-class prick in about ten minutes, tell me now.”

  “First of all, this will not be over in ten minutes. Wow, your first was a real winner, huh? And second, I’m not just saying I love you to fuck you. I really do love you.”

  I put my hand on her panties and rub back and forth a few times, feeling her heat under my palm. She’s wet and arches into my hand looking for more. “I’m going to slide these off now, okay?” I ask. She nods, her eyes huge with apprehension and maybe a little lust. “You don’t know what I’m about to do to you, you need to relax and trust me. Give me control, let me show you what it should have been like for you the first time.”

  I slide her panties off; she lifts her hips to help me along in the process. I look down to see her naked, laying there for me and I catch my breath. “You’re even perfect here. Wow!” I murmur as my hand brushes over her exposed sex for the first time. This is so much better than just having my hand in her panties.

  I somehow manage to resume kissing her belly, intent on this being about her, making the pleasure I bring her as great as the pleasure I know she’s about to give me. Then I slide down her body and kiss her thighs. I use my palms that look huge on her thin legs, to spread her open for me. She tries to resist, and when it dawns on her what I’m about to do, she tenses every muscle in her body and I hear the beginnings of a protest. But then she feels my tongue. She moans and sensing her reluctance, I say, “You taste so sweet; I could do this all night. Relax, this is as good for me as it is for you, trust me.” And I mean every word of it. When her body arches off the bed, I moan into her and savor the sweet taste of her on my lips.

  “Watch me, keep your eyes open and look at me when I make you come” I order just firmly enough to excite her but not scare her. She obeys my request and glues her eyes on me between her legs. She loses her hand in my hair, pulling on it gently to help ease her building tension.

  “I am going to make you come like this, aren’t I?” I ask and she moans so loudly I’m sure Pete and Raina have heard us, but I don’t give a fuck. I’m sure they’re up to the same thing. “Tell me Amanda, say it” I continue.

  “More, you’ll make me…” she can’t finish the sentence, embarrassed, she covers her face.

  “Don’t hide from me, babe. Never hide from me. It’s all out there between us when we’re like this. Now say it.”

  She finally gives me what I’m asking for. “You’re going to make me come, please don’t stop. I like it” she cries out her pleasure soars.

  “That’s what I like to hear.”

  Amanda relaxes under my touch and completely loses it. Her body throbs and pulsates; I moan and lap at her through her orgasm before I release her, licking her off my lips. I sit back on my heels and remove my shirt, her hands find my chest and she rubs them over my muscles, down my stomach, and to the waist
band of my shorts. My cock jumps in my pants. The anticipation of her touch drives me to the brink of insanity. She’s got me so worked up, I think I might come in pants. Then her fingers work the button and the zipper, freeing me in no time. “No boxers?” she asks when she finds me commando.

  “No, too much between us already, didn’t want more clothes than necessary getting in my way tonight.”

  I stop her from removing my shorts to grab the foil packets from my pocket. I throw three of them on the table next to her bed and rip the forth one open with my teeth. “Wow, confident huh?” she teases.

  I smile. She’ll see soon enough, there’s no reason to answer.

  I sheath myself and slide up her body. I position my tip at her entrance but I don’t push yet. I pause and look at her lying there so sexy. I kiss her gently for a minute. “This might hurt a bit if it’s been awhile. I don’t want to hurt you; I’ll try to go slow,” I promise. I push just a smidge and feel her tighten. “Relax, I’ll be gentle. I swear, babe. I never want to hurt you.”

  She nods and tries her best to relax but she’s so tight that I have to push harder than I want to. She cries out and scratches my back as I get the first inch in. She looks at me, eyes bugging out of her head.

  “You okay?” I ask.

  “Okay” she breathes.

  I give her a minute to acclimate to the feeling of me inside her. She catches her breath and nods. Then I push all the way in, burying myself in her heat. I pause again, waiting for her to adjust to the feeling again before I begin to thrust in and out of her. I need the time to calm myself down or I’m going to come with the next thrust anyway.

  But it’s no use, the pressure in my balls begins immediately and I know this will be over before I want it to be. Amanda’s hips move in time with mine, and when she catches my ear in her teeth and moans, I know there’s no turning back. She moans again and I feel her grow slicker and tighten around my length. Then the pulsing from her body sends me over the edge with a growl and a curse that can be heard a state away. We collapse in each other’s arms and I kiss her temple. “That was wow, Amanda. You alright?”

  “More than alright. That was so much better than…”

  I cut her off. “Don’t tell me his name. If I know who it was, I’m going to find him and kick his fucking ass. Let me pretend that I’m the only one who’s ever seen you like that.”

  “You are Todd, you are.”

  December 2013

  Pete

  When we finally make it to our room and close the door, its well after midnight and Raina looks tired and something else I can’t put my finger on. Maybe nervous. But I’ve never known Raina Montgomery to be nervous. She tries to offer me a smile as she grabs a pair of shorts and a t-shirt from her designer suitcase and heads in the direction of the bathroom.

  “We’ll work out the sleeping situation after I shower” she mumbles as she closes the bathroom door.

  Work out the sleeping arrangements? Fuck that. There is nothing to work out. She’ll be sleeping in this bed with me…preferably naked.

  I hear the sound of the shower and I want nothing more than to walk in there and gaze at her body, slick with soap and water. I resist the urge and instead slip off my own bathing suit, the one I’ve had on all day, and wrap a towel around my waist. I sit on the bed and wait until I hear the water turn off. I have no more of a clue what I’m going to do now than I did ten minutes ago when she went into the shower, but I know that this situation between us can’t go on a minute longer without me losing my fucking mind.

  I stand and wait for her to exit the bathroom so I can have my turn. I smile at her when she comes out. “I’m gonna have a quick shower too, then I think we need to talk about much more than sharing a bed. But make no mistake, Princess, you’ll be in my bed every night and every morning from now on. Starting tonight, right now. Get used to the idea” I state in my Dom voice as I walk past her and close the bathroom door.

  I had hoped that the warm soothing water would help me formulate a plan, but after five minutes standing under it, I still have nothing. The smell of her body wash and perfume fill my lungs with each inhale and I have all I can do to keep my hands off myself as I grow hard as steel picturing her in this same space, naked, wet, and touching herself.

  I force myself to clean up, rinse off, and pat myself dry. I brush my teeth and run my hands through my hair before I put the towel back on my waist and go in search of Raina.

  She’s sitting exactly where I had been while she was in the shower and when our eyes lock, I feel the familiar jolt of electricity between us. I know she feels it too; it’s written all over her face. Her body tenses and she pushes a burnt-red curl behind her ear like I’ve done so many times in the past. I remember what it was like to be inside her, my body hovering over hers. I’d look into her eyes and if she moved her head a certain way, this one piece of hair would always fall into her face. I would prop myself up on one arm and play with it between my fingers before I would tuck it behind her ear. By the look on her face and the blush that has crept onto her cheeks, she’s thinking the same thing.

  She manages to recover first, only to let her eyes seductively roam over my body. When her lips part and the tip of that little pink tongue swipes them before she snags her bottom lip in her teeth, I grow thick and hard as steel again, harder than I was only moments ago in the shower. Her gaze is drawn to the tenting of my towel and she raises her eyebrows at me in a challenge. “I have to ask you something?” she says.

  “No, I don’t have a gun in my towel, I’m just happy to see you” I tease.

  Raina laughs then becomes serious. “I saw the tattoo. It means power, right? It’s the symbol used at The Society. I’ve seen it before. Your friends with Damian Stone, aren’t you? I worked for him when I left Florida; he’s the one who hired me to model for his agency. I did some research before accepting Sebastian’s video job. I didn’t know you were involved at the time, but you were there at the shoot to consult, right? Then I saw the tattoo, so I guess you’re a…” she trails off.

  “A sexual Dominant?” I ask. “Yes, I’m a sexual Dominant, Princess. Have been officially for a few years now” I admit.

  “And what exactly does that mean? What do you do? I mean, I know Nix is one and I’ve heard his stories, but I can’t imagine you….”

  I cut her off; not wanting to hear her talk about another guy in a sexual way even if it is a friend and fellow Dom. “Honestly, Raina, it’s not very different from the way we used to play around. You know how I would spank you, bind you, and take control? The toys, the games, it’s very similar to what we did.”

  She lowers her head, processing the memories.

  I clear my throat to regain her attention. “But, I guess if I had to explain, I would tell you that dominating and submitting are behaviors that involve the giving by one person to another who has the perception of control over them. I’m not sure if you felt that I really had power over you back then or not. I’m not sure if I knew if I did or not either. But I’ve been the one with the perception of control over the girls I played. I take the superior position, so I’m a Dominant; the girls who took the subordinate position to me are called submissives or subs. This might sound crazy to you, but physical contact is not a necessity at all times for me to be domineering, but at times it can be intensely physical.”

  “Oh.”

  “Don’t be disappointed, with you, it’ll be intensely physical, trust me. There’s no other way for me when it comes to you,” I sigh then continue. “Both parties involved take pleasure or erotic enjoyment from the experience. I negotiate limits in advance with my subs; we’ll talk about this later. Even though I push them hard, punish them if needed, or do things that, to the untrained person, might seem painful, I’ve never hurt a woman or forced any of them to do anything they didn’t want to do. Our credo is safe, sane, and consensual and I’ve followed that in each and every experience I’ve had. I’m not sure what else I can tell you.”

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nbsp; “So you have subs, girls you play? How many?”

  “Right now or how many have I had over the years?”

  Raina moans then says, “Forget it; I don’t think I want to know.”

  “Well, I think I need to tell you. If this is where you want to start our conversation about what happened between us four years ago,” I shrug. “Then fine, we’ll start here. But make no mistake, Princess, you will tell me what the fuck you were thinking when you disappeared on me. And I will have you over my knee and wet between the legs before this conversation is over.”

  Raina catches her breath. Someone else might mistake that response for revulsion but I know her sounds and reactions, and that sound was one of desire, of lust. What I said just turned her on big time, there’s no sense in her trying to hide that from me.

  “Getting wet for me, baby?” I ask.

  “I…no,” she scoffs, appalled at my accurate assessment. “I mean, I’m…I…”

  “No sense hiding it, baby. I can sense your arousal, I smell it on you.”

  “Pete” she breathes, her voice now raspy with desire.

  I sit next to her and try to be sure that the only thing between Raina and my straining erection stays in place until after this conversation. But if her eyes keep looking in the direction of my lap, I’m not going to be able to keep myself covered for very long. This towel can only be expected to do so much.

  “There’s something else I need to tell you, something about me,” I clear my throat, knowing I need to get this out there before we can proceed in the direction I want to take things. “About what’s happened to me as a Dom lately. I’ve taken on about four new subs a year over the three years since my training was complete, some leave me after their training is finished and some linger. For a long time, I thrived on it, on the number of choices I had. It helped me push the memory of you, of what I lost, away. But I haven’t been able to fuck any of them in a long time,” I confess for the first time. “I started seeing you, your face, when I was inside them. All I could see was you. I started remembering what it felt like to be inside you and none of them could compare. I couldn’t get you out of my head and while I was thinking of you, I couldn’t be with anyone else in that way. I started taking on Doms to train so they could finish the job for me. I end each session alone whacking off to memories of us while my Dom in training fucks them. I was really starting to fucking lose it when fate stepped in and there you were, on a spanking bench of all places, Raina.”