fore. It's not particularly nice, to be

it's fucki

d and deep. If there was any doubt left on whether this man

urface, fir

ping out my body, the curves and dips of my breasts, of my hip

etween kisses, "that I ha

an chuckles in tha

back and turns my ne

as I'm getting. But, as if reading my mind, the ma

ree coat hook above my head, pulling twice to ensure it

lp me,

to be in control. If I'm not on top of every little thin

t used

of all say? I'm not gonna

art. I don't resist: I could ne

side. I have no idea what that word means, but right now, I can't say I care.

, G

restraints, trying to hook my leg around his half-naked hip, because if I do

tranger groans. "Fucking hell,

t it out loud. No one's ever asked me what I wanted before. I don't know i

I make my

Two fingers are pumping in and out of me now. It's

I moan. "

ea

e worst customer

gh. "Well, then, I

es dart downwards. For one moment, I wonder if

ay anyone ca

nd thoughts?

d jut out my chin

revel in the shocked look on his face-but it's his own damn fault

ng him closer. "'Cause, if you're

rare grin. "You asked

me a complaint

nds entire

enge in his eyes. The second h

le breath, he's spreading my thighs wide, holding me up by the back of my kne

esn't let

et me do any

s, and in one smooth t

me with torturous slowness. He can't afford anything less

ns me on in all

, canting my hi

gain, that word that

he first half of both

back in, setting all my nerve endings on fire. His spare hand is playin

ll feels too goddamn good. The stre

ul, ka

der!" I cry out, in

tays there. Goddamn him. I cry out: I don't know what secret button insi

ground to a

" the man growls. "I do. So from now on, if yo

f monster could give someone all t

eas

id ni

glistening with effort, my breasts falling out what littl

ses me

, finally, he giv

rns. There is only want, and heat, and waves of ple

to God

ter. "Please," I moan, no longer knowing what I'm asking for. Only that I need

s with pain, then pleasure. I can f

h he

kalina?" he asks

y voice. "I want to come, want you to

d you?" he groans, l

part of me says. That

t the part that's call

ot to think it. That this stranger might mark me in such a permanent way; own

othing but the blue tie and him. And then I feel him

opped coming from before. But as soon as I feel him spill inside m