Dirty Bad Strangers(49)

“I could give you to anyone like this... as many hard dicks as I wanted...”

“Oh God...”

I slapped her ass and she jolted forward. “And I can punish you so easily if you’re naughty…” I knelt behind her, running my thumb over her pussy lips. “You won’t ever take cock without my permission. Understand?”

“Mmmm, yes...”

I aimed a slap between her thighs and she squealed. I was so fucking hard. Hard and jealous and angry.

“This week you’re going to have sex with two other men. You’ll never know them.”

She rocked backwards seeking out my fingers. “Yes... oh, fuck...”

“I’ll tell you when, and you’ll give yourself to them, however I want you to.” I positioned my cock at her asshole, desperate to push myself inside. “Tell me you want them.”

“I want them...” she hissed. “I want all of it...”

“Good girl.” I lurched forward, pushing my cock all the way and she let out a yelp. I wrapped her curls around my fist and fucked in long, deep strokes, in and out of her tight ass. She wasn’t prepared, no time to clean for me, no time to prepare her tight little shithole for my dick. I liked it that way. So real. So flawed and grubby and human. I snaked my hand under her, loving the bounce and slap of her tits against her belly. She juddered with every thrust, all of her so fucking soft and gorgeous, all of her taking me.

I pinched her clit between my fingers, bringing her to the edge as she jiggled in my grip. And then I stopped.

“You will not come, Gemma. Not today, not with me. The next time will be with someone you’ve never met, never even spoken to.”

I pulled out of her ass, positioning myself at her face and aiming my cock right at her mouth. “Suck me off.”

She gagged a little as she took me in, but didn’t object, taking me in deep as she struggled in her bonds. I fucking love ass to mouth, I love how dirty it feels.

I didn’t take long, slapping my dick against her lips as I shot my load. I smeared it all over her face as she groaned, then kissed her deep. She tasted so fucking filthy. Perfectly unclean.

I left her panting on her knees as I dressed myself to leave, then loosened her shackles just enough that she could free her wrists.

“I’ll be in touch.”

Sooner than she might think.







Gemma



I pulled off my blindfold then slipped off the cuffs, wiping my dirty mouth against the back of my hand.

My stomach was churning, heart thudding. I’d never known him like that. Like I’d ever really known him.

But I did. I did know him.

I loosened the cuffs around my ankles, spread wide and self-conscious even in an empty room. I felt violated. Beautifully, disgustingly violated. Debased and used and ridiculously horny. He’d denied me, and I felt all the dirtier for it.

I groaned, casting the spreader bar aside. I was all fucked up. We were all fucked up.

But I was smiling.

He wasn’t joking about the two men, I knew that much. My pussy ached at the thought. Would he be there? Would he tie me up and watch as they pounded the fuck out of me?

Oh God, I hoped so.

The text came through before I’d even cleared away.

Jason: That was intense. I’m sorry. It’s been a tough weekend.

My reply was easy.

Don’t be sorry. I’m not. xx

I got myself off on the living room floor, tangled in shackles with his cum still on my face, and then I had a fucking good shower.

And brushed my teeth.

Twice.





Gemma



Monday mornings aren’t my favourite, especially not with Tessa banging on my door at 8 a.m. I opened my eyes with a groan.

She was fresh in from a night shift, the first I’d really seen of her all weekend.

She slapped the newspaper down on the bed, headline clear as day for me to read.

Chelsea scores! Rawlings 1 – 0 Redfern

“Oh my fucking God,” I said. “What the fuck?”

Tess flicked it open to the centre spread where Chelsea greeted me in full colour, sprawled across the pages in a black and gold scarf, and not much else.

“Good night at the club, then?”

I scanned the text. My dirty night with Singers legend, Jason Redfern. He was so good, so hot... we made love at mine, until the sun came up, and he told me I was the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted.

“This is utter bullshit,” I said. “She tried to kiss him and he pushed her away. She slept here, cried for about three hours straight.”

“Seems she’s had chance to think things over,” Tessa said. “I guess she got what she wanted. She always wanted to pull a footballer. Must have figured it didn’t have to be in real life.”

“This isn’t right, Tessa. She’s lying.”