Frigid Affair (6 page)

Easton began to thrust along with my movements. He kept ahold of my hair, controlling the speed I worked. Every time he moaned I applied pressure to my clit, taking myself to the brink of orgasm without allowing it to happen. When I could feel him backing up, removing himself from my mouth, I awaited his new order.

He lifted me by my hair until I was facing him, my lips still tingling from the action they’d been involved in. “Is this what you like?”

As a matter of fact, I did. I knew what had come over me. I’d been starved because I’d denied myself real pleasure. This was an awakening I needed to happen. After all, this guy, well he was the sexiest man I’d seen in years. His build, his personality, it screamed ‘desire me’. This was my moment; probably my one chance at being with a man again. It was time to take control and make sure I made the best of the situation. “You haven’t begun to touch the surface of how I like it.” I pushed him hard into the tile wall. “Get on your knees. Wash me. Clean my pussy.” I felt empowered as I spoke, almost as if I was having an out of body experience. Much to my surprise, Easton did as I ordered, smiling the entire way to the floor. Having him touch me, especially for the first time tickled. I giggled and focused on something mundane to keep from shaking around. The second time his hand traced my pussy I was more than ready for what was to come. I liked watching him, seeing his eyes so focused on the prize. “You like what you see, don’t you?”

“You’re damn right I do. How about I show you how I like my dessert?”

I let my fingers lace through his hair while I responded. “Oh, yeah. Show me how it’s done.”

He lapped up my pussy, using his tongue to bring me pleasure. Easton flicked my clit, while driving a couple fingers into my wet cunt. This was the kind of action I’d imagined while pleasing myself alone in bed at night. I wanted it rough, and dangerous. At any moment he could hurt me. We didn’t know each other, not the way a man and woman should when they’re going to be intimate. When he spun me around, spreading the cheeks of my ass apart, I almost felt violated. It was obvious he was amusing himself, toying around with my little hole – an area that had always been sensitive and private. Then I felt something warm, hotter than the comfortable stream of water. It was his tongue again, this time licking me in the most erotic of areas. I gasped as he pulled away, and then went back again, beginning to fuck my ass with his mouth. He sucked on my cheek, so hard I knew it would leave a mark. When he withdrew he slapped them both at the same time, and jiggled them before letting go. “Your ass is exceptional. I can’t find one like this back home.”

Seeing as how much he admired the rear of a woman, I decided to give him what I knew he was yearning for. “You want it, don’t you? You want to slide that cock of yours inside of my little hole? You want it dirty?”

He brought his shaft up and teased the area. My pussy began to throb with anticipation. I spread one of my ass cheeks to help him along, awaiting the pain followed by euphoria it would give me. At first it always hurt, but after time it was unimaginably fantastic.

He took his time, gradually sliding all the way inside of my awaiting asshole. I leaned over further, gripping both nipples with my now free hands. The friction of the water made it difficult, taking away from my natural lubrication. My pussy was soaked. I could feel it, almost like my heart was beating from within. It was craving his length, only to be rejected for another area.

While Easton got into a steady groove, he let his fingers wander back over my pussy. The second he touched my clit was like an electric shock. My knees were weak and began to buckle as he brought me to ecstasy.

Panting, and attempting to balance my wobbly legs, Easton pulled out of me, twisting me around and kissing me hard on the lips. He backed away and rinsed me, before turning off the trickling water. The crisp air from the bathroom door being shut hit my face. I needed to wrap myself in a towel and stand by the woodstove. While walking out of the room, I turned to see him following behind. “Don’t worry, we’re just getting started.”

He already knew I wanted more. Having a man come into my life was a rarity. I had to make sure he satisfied my every desire before cutting out. “I’m not worried.” I let the towel fall and took him by the hand, leading him up to my loft bedroom, where the heat from the stove rose and remained cozy. Easton was too tall to stand upright with the pitch of the A-framed roof. He hunched down until we were both next to each other in my bed. His fingers trailed over my navel and then finally between my breasts. He leaned forward and sucked on my nipple, so hard it felt like he was giving me a hickey. Once done, it made a loud suction sound when he released it. I moved toward him, motioning for him to repeat the process. “Don’t neglect the other one.”

He sucked my second nipple in between his teeth and bit down. I pulled back, taking in the burn of it. I wanted it to sting; to remind me of it happening later.

For a few minutes he played with my breasts, savoring each tit like he’d never seen any before. With my knee raised, I brushed over his erection, reminding him I was ready for another round.

He yanked my body closer to his, raising one of my legs until my knees touched my chest. I could feel him there at the base of my pussy, ready to enter. Nothing could describe what it felt like to have a man inside me again. The tingling came back immediately. With both hands, I gripped his fine ass, pulling him into a better groove.

Now sweating, we both sat up as I rode him. His eyes were on mine, and every few seconds he’d tease my tongue with his. When I was about to lose control, he tightened his hold, keeping me still. It took everything I had in me not to prematurely cry out in bliss. Waiting for him wasn’t in the rules, not the ones I’d made for myself.

Suddenly Easton froze. I could feel his hot cum filling me. My pussy reacted, finally succumbing to euphoria. I couldn’t deny myself the ecstasy for another moment.

Easton ran his hands through my messed up hair. “If you let me close my eyes, we can go for round two in a little while. I’m not even halfway done with your ass. I’m dying to take that pussy from behind and pound it, if you’ll allow it.”

“I’m ready when you are.”

He slid down near my waist. “First, I have some unfinished business I need to tend to. Don’t you dare get out of bed, once I fall asleep. I need to wake up with this pussy near my face, reminding me my job’s not done.”

“Don’t worry,” I mentioned. “I’m not about to let you forget.”

After a short break, we lie naked on my bed next to one another. It was strange. I knew nothing about this man, but felt comfortable enough to remain this close to him in anticipation of more of what we’d already done.

“Is it too late to make a request?” He asked.

“A request?”

“You say you like it rough. How rough is too rough? Do you like being punished?”

“Do you?” I wondered.

“It’s not so much as I like it, it’s that I need it. I want to be punished, Amantha. I want you to hurt me.”

“Why? I thought you wanted me to pleasure you.”

“Pain is pleasure in my life. Will you do it? Will you punish me?”

I was without words. I backed away from him, trying to catch a sense of humor as if this were some crazy test to see how far I was willing to go. His smug grimace didn’t change. He looked as if he’d done something terrible and wanted to be reprimanded for it. “I don’t know. I like kink, but you want me to what, beat you?”

“I want you hurt me. I don’t care how you do it.” He sat up while facing me. “Hurt me, Amantha. Isn’t that what you want? Don’t you want someone to pay for everything you’ve lost? Take it out on me. Show me how mad you still are.”

I shoved him away, not wanting to hear his bullshit any longer. “Stop. Please. You’re ruining this.”

He held open his arms. “Come on. Tell the truth. Your parents died for no reason, right? Doesn’t that make you angry? Let me be the person you vent to. Use me.”

“Their deaths make me angry, but I’m not doing this. It’s my burden to live with.”

“Slap me. Do it. I bet it feels good.”

I climbed off the bed. “I can’t. I won’t. You said we didn’t have to think about the past. Why would you do this to me?” I felt like I was going to cry. No longer did I feel like he was a saint. Easton was obviously fucked up and I didn’t know if I wanted to find out why. I suspected he was married, and if I agreed to punish him he wouldn’t feel so bad about what he was going through. A part of me felt angry that a man would cheat on his wife so easily. “Maybe you should leave,” I suggested.

He stiffened, but remained in the same position. Then finally his posture relaxed. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have…”

“No. It’s fine. I’m not really in the mood to continue anymore. It’s been fun, but enough is enough. I want you to go. We’re done here.” I was becoming angry with him, or maybe it was adulterous men in general. I knew I should have considered it sooner, but I went with what my body needed, instead of making a smart decision and abstaining.

“Amantha, you’ve got the wrong idea. I need you to know…”

I put my hand up. “Save it. I’m not here to judge you.” “Don’t make me leave.” He reached for my hands, taking both of them into his.

I pulled away quickly, slapping my hand across his face. “Get off me.” The sting to my palm reminded me I’d just done what he’d wanted. I stared into his desperate eyes realizing he’d been right. Without saying anything, I slapped him again.  His hands found my waist and pulled me close, his lips crashing against mine.

When we pulled away I shoved him back down on the bed, climbing on top of him. I couldn’t explain what was happening to me, but I liked the way it made me feel to express myself this way. He took my wrist and slapped himself again in the same cheek. “Don’t hold back, Amantha. You won’t hurt me. I need this. Nothing should ever feel this good in my life. I need you to punish me for wanting you.”

Tears filled my eyes as I slapped him on the chest. “You don’t deserve me,” I wallowed.

“Harder,” he ordered.

I began to cry as both hands slammed against his hard chest one more time. When my head came down over it I felt his arms wrapping around me. “I hate this!” I yelled.

He held me closer and kissed me on the forehead. “I’m sorry.”

Something was wrong with me to appreciate what had just happened between us. Was I sick? Were we both?

I wanted to be rational. I should have been. What man wants to be punished for the benefit of someone else? A married, guilty one, obviously.

He had secrets. We all did. This was taking it to another level though. Obviously something tormented him to the brink of anguish, but I didn’t dare ask about it. What good would it do when I knew I’d never see him again? “You made me cry, asshole.”

He laughed and kissed me gently on the forehead. “I asked for the pain. Now it’s time to give you more pleasure. Let me show you how I can dry those tears.”

It was evident I’d gone batshit crazy. Nothing else could explain why I’d want this man to still have his hands on me. His next kiss was smooth, passionate, and nothing like before. He took his time running his fingers through my long hair as our lips played together. The warmth of his body reminding me once again how good he’d made me feel before we got distracted by ill feelings.

I wanted to forget his bought of irrational thinking and go back to how it was before.

Easton stopped abruptly and pulled back. “How I acted just now. It was out of line. I’m not into S&M. It’s just sometimes I feel like I don’t deserve to be happy.”

“Do I want to know why?”

“I’m already doing a great job making you hate me. You’ve suffered enough for one night.”

“How about we forget about our little spanking episode and get back to the good stuff? I’m not ready for you to leave yet, Easton Pratt. You want to be violent? Fuck me harder. That’s what I want from you. It’s how you‘re going to make me forget about what I’ll never get back.”

I can’t remember what time it was when we started having sex. By ten the next morning we were still going at it. He’d fucked me on my bed, on the floor, on the stairs, back down stairs, and in the shower again. When we stopped for breaks he’d feed me with his fingers, and talk to me about how his life could be different if he had a fresh start like I had. Never once did I wish I could visit him. I knew what this encounter was for both us. It was a one-time deal.

That’s why I wasn’t in total shock when he prepared to leave.

We’d been sipping on hot tea, looking at the heavy wads of snow falling from the trees. The sun had come out, and the sound of birds were loud enough to hear from indoors. It was like we were old lovers, settled in together, without a care in the world. I’d had the best sex of my life with a total stranger. I’d let go of my fears and let exploration lead the way.

“I wish there was a way for me to see you again.”

I looked over at him and smiled. “I’ll check my schedule and get back to you.”

“There’s probably something I should have said before we jumped into bed; something you should know about me.”

I worried about diseases. It would be my luck to contract something that would slowly kill me while I rotted away alone. “Did you give me herpes?”