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  “Okay, little thing, we want to play with you some more. Don’t forget, you have a safe word.” She only moaned again. I treaded over to her widely spread legs and thrust in as soon as I was close enough.

  “Shit, you are so tight. Squeeze me, sweetness.” She did and I groaned loudly in appreciation. The side of her mouth tipped up. Alex kept rubbing her back with oil, whispering sweet things into her ear. He had oil all over his hands and was rubbing her arms and legs. Then he reached her bottom. He stayed there for a while, slipping his hand down the crack to the hole as he began working it, stretching it while I pounded in forcefully. I wanted her to remember this night for a while. I came forcefully, and again I pulled out just before my release. I tilted my head back and closed my eyes; this was the intoxicating part of fucking for me, the silence in my head, the blood filtering faster to every part of my body. That rush was worth whatever I had to do to get it. I was an eagle with its wings spread the furthest they’d go, drifting in the wind. There was no tropical sunshine after, no cuddle bugs and no love touching. I stepped away, slipping the soggy condom off.

  Alex quickly moved behind her into the spot I had occupied and dipped his penis into her back hole. I sized up girls before I had sex with them and would determine her needs. This young thing didn’t look like she would enjoy that, but Alex was a butt man. He was coaxing her, telling her how wonderful she was. He began moving faster and I walked away. She had a safe word, and if she truly didn’t like it, she could speak up.

  The bathroom was off to the side of the playroom, and I used it to clean myself up, putting my dress pants and button-up shirt back on. When I returned, Alex was grunting, and I grabbed a few items from the armoire in the corner that held sex toys, towels, waters, and cleaning supplies. I walked over to the girl and untied her restraints. Alex pulled out and walked to the bathroom to clean up. I dried her down and wrapped her up with a soft black towel. She was limp in my arms as I picked her up. I carried her over and handed her to Bettina where she curled up in Bettina’s lap. I whispered in her ear before handing her off, “Sweetness, you did great today.” I watched her smile shyly and I winked at Bettina. She was busy throwing me daggers with her eyes.

  I returned to the equipment and wiped it down with the antiseptic spray and paper towels I had grabbed out of the armoire. Alex was next to me and said, “Tonight was great. We haven’t done that in a while. Anytime you want to play again, I’m in.” I smiled and nodded at his words.

  We cleaned up. Chelsea fell asleep on Bettina’s lap, so we took her home with us. I laid her in bed with Bettina and padded down the hall to sleep in my own bed. Bo was with me, and I locked the door and fell asleep.

  I woke up to my alarm clock and got right in the shower. I cleaned up and made my way to the kitchen. I ate egg and dried cereal for breakfast and then I fed Bo. I went to wake Bettina. I started the shower and walked back to the bed. “Bettina get up and get in the shower.” She would sleep all day if I didn’t get her up. I noticed the redhead opening her eyes. She smiled at me shyly before getting out of bed naked. She disappeared into the bathroom as I picked Bettina up and set her on her feet. Chelsea walked out of the bedroom, searching for her clothes. She peeked up at me again and blushed.

  “Can you take me to my car, or to my house?” Bettina and I shared a look before I answered. I wanted it to be okay with her.

  “Sure, let’s go.” I grabbed Bo’s leash and we walked through the lobby to my Jeep. I directed her toward the passenger side and let her in. Bo got in on my side and sat in the back.

  I turned on the radio and I noticed her out of the corner of my eye; she was staring at me. “Where to?”

  “I live at the corner of Oak and Shaw.” She kept staring, but I didn’t mind. Girls liked to stare at me.

  I pulled in front of her building and walked around my Jeep to help her out.

  “Would you mind coming up to my apartment? My boyfriend was really mad last night that I agreed to have sex with you.”

  “Excuse me?” Women rarely surprise me. I knew what they wanted, and if I was up for telling them or giving them what they wanted, I did, but why in the hell, if a girl had a boyfriend who didn’t want to share… would you? Unless you were a crazy-ass bitch and wanted to manipulate, and drive him insane with jealousy. Fuck, I was too old for this shit.

  “My boyfriend, he was really mad. He didn’t want me to do it.”

  “Then why did you? You could have walked anytime.” What I was looking at was a fellow sex hobbyist; I could see the glow in her eyes.

  “Seriously, have you seen yourself? And then Alex…last night was a night I will fantasize about for the rest of my life.” I suddenly remembered the smile that she let slip when I asked Alex to join us. She played me, and bravo, she did it well. It was the whole ‘I can’t believe she picked me’. I was losing my skills reading women. I looked at the girl staring at me. She was still using me, but for what? Curiosity got the better of me.

  “Show me the way.” I peeked in and told Bo to hang tight; I’d be right back. She led the way to her apartment and I followed. She opened the door and I went inside with her. She disappeared inside a room to my left and then crossed the living room, passing two brown sofas and a TV that hung on the wall. She peeked in another room and then crossed by the kitchen on her way back to me. I glanced straight ahead at an open door she missed with a mat on the floor, and guessed that was probably the bathroom, but she didn’t seem to think her boyfriend would be hiding in there. When she finished inspecting every room and then slowly wandered back to me, she began taking off her clothes, which didn’t take long, as she only wore a tiny dress. It was a desperate move of a horny bitch, and I waved my hands at her to stop.

  “Hey, last night was a one night thing. I am not into cheating on my girlfriend behind her back. Last night was fun, but it will never happen again.” I meant it. There were plenty of other girls, and I wasn’t dishonest or sneaky. She knelt down in front of me. My cock hardened at the sight of a pretty little sub kneeling before me. Her tongue snuck out and licked her pouty full lips. I eyed her impassively as a smile began creeping across her wet lips.

  I stepped back, retreating, and opened the door. “Good luck with your boyfriend.” I slammed the door behind me and jogged, somewhat uncomfortably, to my Jeep.

  I was kidding myself if I thought that wasn’t the most appetizing offer I’d had in a long while. I reached down to adjust my unit. Fuck, now I had two headaches. I pulled into the nearest coffee shop and hopped out leaning in again to let Bo know I’d be back. I walked to the passenger side, rolled down the window a couple inches, and patted him on the head before taking off.

  Chapter Three

  It was a busy coffee place full of what looked like college students. The tables were spread throughout the shop, with books and computers on every surface. It was loud; the sound of too many people talking at the same time, combined with the whistling of the coffee making machines. My brain was about to explode, as I waited for my turn to order. I debate on leaving, because it was that obnoxiously loud.

  I ordered a small latte and the girl behind the counters asked if I wanted a short or tall. I repeated, I wanted a small and could barely hold my temper back. Smalls had always been smalls, not short or tall; it was frickin’ small. The young girl giggled because she thought I was joking, she repeated ‘tall’. Whatever. I pulled it together because she was kind of cute with the giggling and such. I flashed her my perfect grin and she blushed. I followed her down the counter, being flirtatious, making her believe I was into her. It made me laugh inside at how many people were looking for a connection. It was too easy to manipulate women. The world was full of selfish people looking to take what beautiful things they could. I knew this, and did my own taking of beautiful things. The truth was jaded, but life was often unexpected, and so as long as I protected myself from feeling anything, I couldn’t care less what fantasy I might play in someone else’s head.

  When I reach
ed the end of the counter, I glanced around and noticed a girl sitting at a table all by herself. I grabbed my latte and saw that the coffee girl wrote her number on my cup. I winked at her as I made my way toward the lonely booth girl. She was busy with her computer and wouldn’t look at me. I observed her for a while, but she was in her own little bubble. “Excuse me, can I sit with you?” The girl moved quickly, like she was startled. I watched as she frantically gathered her things and shoved them into a brown leather messenger bag.

  Then she spoke. “You can have it to yourself. I’m done with it.” Her voice was barely above a whisper. I eyed her closely, and she never looked up. She was a small, sweet, scared animal, and she was running to hide in her hole. Her shiny black hair fell over her face as she moved quickly. My fingers itched to touch it. It was silky looking, and fell straight over her very thin, yellow shirt. I caught a smell of her as she left the table, and it took my breath away. She smelled of shampoo, light perfume, and another scent that made my dick instantly harden.

  Stunned, I watched her walk to the door, her backside just as mouthwatering as her front. Her hair made a “v” at the bottom and fell to the middle of her back. It was like an arrow pointing to her tight little ass. She looked familiar, but I couldn’t place her. I watched as she scurried to the door and left in a flash. I sat down and drank my latte. I shook my head, smiling as I went over what had just happened. She avoided me. I was curious if she came here all the time; if so I was positive that wouldn’t happen again. Tomorrow I would be prepared and hopefully she’d show and the scared rabbit would hang on my every word.

  I finished my coffee languidly. Today I worked with my dad. We shared a veterinary office for the last few years. He always watched me a bit too closely. I needed to be on the top of my game, but instead I felt like hell because I was up all night. I sucked in a deep breath and headed to work. I was neutering animals all morning. This was something they teach so much of in veterinarian school that I could do it in my sleep.

  The morning went smoothly, and at lunch, my sister came to visit with me. Jessica was my twin. She was always trying to save me and keep me out of trouble, even when we were kids. She’d take the blame if I got caught doing something wrong. She had two very cute kids, Jasmine and Jack. It was nice to see her, but her kids were busy and she could never stay long. She walked in, handed me my lunch, and sat down across from me. I opened and took a large bite of my sub sandwich as she talked.

  “So we moved family night to Thursday. We know you work long hours on the weekends, so we moved it.” I stared at her with my practiced, impassive look. She squirmed in her seat. I wondered why I enjoyed that so much; making people anxious was my expertise. I already knew she hated to upset me, and like the rest of my family, hated to confront me.

  “Okay, I will be there.” I made it easy on her. I leaned back in my leather seat, and her surprised expression made me uncomfortably happy, an emotion I wasn’t used to feeling unless it came from my dark place.

  “That would be great! Dinner is at six; you can bring Bettina if you like.”

  I looked at her, wondering why she’d even make the suggestion. “No. That’s not necessary.”

  She started waving her hands. She looked like a nervous chicken. “Well, she’s your girlfriend and a big part of your life. We would all like to get to know her.” Her eyes were drifting all over the room, anxious again.

  “No. Bettina will never meet Mom and Dad.” She dropped it after that. My loud, rigid voice had her literally running for cover. She was out of her chair, heading towards the door.

  “Sounds good. We will see you Thursday,” she said over her shoulder, shuffling her two kids along as she left my office.

  I finished work and headed home. I was in no mood for Bettina tonight. I parked the Jeep at my apartment and took Bo for a refreshing, peaceful, long walk to wind down. When we made it back to the apartment, Bettina was in the kitchen with her arms folded across her chest. I took a deep breath.

  “It’s nice you finally decided to come inside.” She was looking for trouble. Bettina had to be the unhappiest person I knew, which never bothered me, until right now.

  “Bo and I took a walk.” I maneuvered around her to fill up Bo’s water bowl. My callous response pissed her off even more. She leaned into my stride, but I was careful not to touch her. I knew the game, and I wasn’t going to give her what she wanted. There were dishes in the sink, so I set his bowl down on the floor and went to work putting them in the dishwasher.

  She kept bitching about how I upset her. She wanted to be more of a priority to me. I rolled my eyes as I continued wiping down the counters. She continued to follow me, her voice growing squeakier as I mentally shut her out, sidestepping around her to the patio to feed Bo. I ignored her, which was something I had become really good at.

  I trudged to my bathroom, needing a door between us. She followed me in and I just pretended she wasn’t there, tossing my clothes aside and stepping into the cold water. I heard her getting huffier as I began washing myself. I closed my eyes and visions of long, black hair filled my mind. Surprised by the image, I opened my eyes and rinsed off before stepping out and drying off.

  Bettina took the cue and left, which I was grateful for since my dick was straining and I didn’t want her thinking it was anything she did. I dragged my tired legs to the dresser to get my boxers before she came back into the room. When I opened the drawer, all of my boxers were gone. I felt my neck veins pop out as I clenched my teeth, and my hands balled into fists. If she wanted the animal in me, that’s what she was going to get.

  “Bettina,” I yelled as my muscles began to flex. I stalked to the kitchen, on the hunt for her. She was out on the balcony.

  “What the fuck did you do with my boxers?” My words fell quiet as I glanced over the rail at the traffic eight stories below and saw my boxers floating down.

  “Now you want to talk?” She held up a handful of socks and began to throw one pair over the rail. My eye twitched, anger boiling under my skin. Aggressively, I reached over and grabbed her by her hair, and shoved her back into the apartment. Fuck, this girl drove me psychotic. I forced her to the bed and threw her on it. She smiled and it stirred ugly things inside me. I looked away briefly, trying to gain my control when I saw Bo. He tilted his head at me, and for some reason that small movement calmed me. I tied Bettina to the bed, her arms pulled out and up. I placed the belts across her stomach, securing her to the bed, and I tied straps around her knees and pulled them up as well. I stepped back and looked at my masterpiece, but I felt emotionless. Bettina was posed like a stringed puppet, arms and knees up.

  “Do you like to look at me like this?” She was still smirking, her voice like fingernails on a chalkboard. From this position I could see how turned on she was. Her cunt was dripping wet.

  I made a beeline for the nightstand, snatching the gag and blindfold out of the drawer. She didn’t see it coming; she was in the middle of telling me I couldn’t live without this connection, couldn’t live without her. She was telling me we were made for each other. I applied the gag first, and then the blindfold.

  She didn’t notice when I left the room. My sympathy for her constant need for attention was nonexistent. I needed to eat and get something to drink. I retrieved a frozen meal out of the freezer, threw it in the microwave, and snatched a beer out of the refrigerator. I relaxed at the kitchen table naked and enjoyed my meal in silence. I was craving something stronger, something to take the edge off. I grabbed the bottle of Jack and leaned against the counter. I poured myself a tall glass, finished it off, and then poured another.

  When I felt the alcohol fill my body, I treaded over to the balcony and picked up two pairs of boxers on the ground that didn’t meet their fate. I rescued the pairs of socks and put them back in their original spot.

  An hour had passed before I returned to the bedroom where Bettina was tied to the bed. I glared at her and felt no spark, no urge to fuck her. She was positioned beautif
ully, but I found her ugly. I debated throwing a bag over her face or a pillow, but didn’t. She was calmer now, no longer thrashing her head the way she was before I left her. I thought she was asleep. I grabbed a condom, but the way this was going I wouldn’t be able to use it.

  I climbed onto the bed, positioned myself between her legs, and closed my eyes. I saw black hair, shiny and long, and my dick was instantly hard. I stroked it with my eyes glued shut. I slipped the condom over the swollen head and down my long shaft. I kept my eyes closed and fucked Bettina hard, picturing the innocent, shifty, blue-eyed girl with the pink cheeks. I pulled out just before I came and opened my eyes. I watched my sperm fill the condom as my penis finished pulsating. I untied her, removed the blindfold and gag, and abandoned the room, leaving Bettina breathless and smiling on the bed. I cursed myself for my newest low point.

  In the morning, I left early and didn’t even wake Bettina. I made my way to the coffeehouse. It was the end of May and it was raining, which was unusual for Northern California. I waited inside the shop by the door, and I kept my eyes out for her. My phone read 7:15 when she appeared, coming from the parking lot. She had a jacket on, and a hood over her head, but I could tell by her delicate walk and her tiny body that it was her. As the rain started to pour, she took off in a run. She did a leap over two puddles with perfect form, and I thought she must’ve been a dancer. She reached the door and I opened it. I heard the end of the cutest giggle.