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Huh. I never thought of it like that.

He goes on. “It takes a strong woman to let go of her fears and step out of her comfort zone into something that makes her unsure, and even scared. I get you’re an independent woman, and choice goes hand-in-hand with pride, but don’t misunderstand me. A strong woman can
also
be submissive in bed. It doesn’t make her weak. It makes her stronger than most. Putting your body into the hands of someone else…that takes balls.”

Both hands move down to my bare butt and palm me. He leans down and whispers, “I know I’m scaring you, but I promise you: you give yourself to me and I’ll make sure you never want sex any other way ever again. Be strong for me, Lexi.” Nipping my ear, I break out in goosebumps. “Give in.”

And just like that, I’m back on board. And hornier than sin.

Leaning down to the ground, he picks something up. He says, “Wrap your legs around me,” not a second before he lifts me. I wrap my legs high up on his waist, my arms circle his neck, and he carries me unhurriedly to my room. As soon as we reach the door, he sets me down and my eyes are drawn to the object in his hand.

His belt.

His thick, black leather belt.

My brain screams, “
Oh, hell no!
” but my heart shushes it. Twitch won’t hurt me. Not after what I went through the other night He wouldn’t.

Wouldn’t he?

Holy shit. It just hit me.

It just hit me that I don’t know this guy. Not even a little bit. I’ve basically let a stranger into my home and begged him to have sex with me. Sure, he saved me, but seriously…

What in God’s name is wrong with me?

You need him. You need to know who he is.
Why
he is. And why he watches you. Admit it, girl. You want him…as much as he wants you.

Oh, wow. I’m a stupid asshole. I’ll be having words with myself about this later. Right now, I’m distracted. My distraction is in the form of a sexy, tall tattooed man stroking himself, watching me through a hooded gaze.

Swallowing hard, I lift my face to meet his eyes. His hooded gaze travels down my body in a slow intense stare before making his way back up to my face.

Our eyes meet. There is a familiar gleam in those warm brown eyes.

And I know what he wants. And he’s going to get it.

Walking backwards to my bed, I stop when the frame hits the backs of my knees. Sitting, I push myself back to the middle of my bed, watching Twitch all the while. Lying in the middle of my bed, I extend my arms out at the sides.

Closing my eyes, I quietly but firmly whisper, “You win. I give in.”

The belt around my neck makes me feel like an animal on a lead. It’s not too tight, and it’s certainly not cutting off my air, but having something placed around my neck as if I’m a pet…I don’t feel good about it. It’s humiliating.

Twitch breathes hard into my ear and my pussy clenches, then floods.

Who knew dry-humping could be so erotic? He’s doing a good job at distracting me from my nasty thoughts.

As soon as I’d said the words I knew he needed to hear, I heard his footsteps cross the room, and my heart skipped multiple beats.
 

I wanted this. I could lie to him. I could lie to everyone. But I couldn’t lie to myself.

I always wanted to have sex with a stranger. It’s one of my secret fantasies. I hear it’s intense. I was about to find out just
how
intense.

Keeping my eyes closed, his hands gripped my hips and I was flipped to my stomach. Face down into my covers, he lifted my hips, elevating my ass, and I almost came right there. Something about a forceful man – a man who knows what he wants and will do what he has to to get it – turns me on something wild. Keeping my eyes closed, I waited for his touch. But before I could grasp what was happening, something came around my neck.
 

My life flashed before my eyes.

And what a sad life it was.

I have no real accomplishments. No real relationships. No one who would look for me too soon. In short, I suddenly felt pathetic.

I had escaped my family to get away from a toxic life and here I am, having dangerous sex with a dangerous man. A man who could hurt me in a way I never wanted to be hurt.

Bringing my thoughts back to what was happening in my bedroom, I opened my mouth and let out a small scream. But my scream was cut short with a firm hand over my mouth. Twitch said a commanding, “No. Don’t.” and I stilled. As if it were a compulsion. He stated gently, “Not gonna hurt you. I just like it. I’ll leave it loose. Not gonna hurt you, Lexi. Not too badly, anyways.”

A sob tore out of my throat. I didn’t want to be hurt
any
way!

…or do I?

Twitch pressed himself into my back and the length of him settled between the cheeks of my ass. My tears were turning him on. That scared me like nothing else. The belt tightened slightly around my neck as he gently secured it, making sure to leave it loose enough to get a finger on the inside of it. Tears streaked my cheeks. He started to rock into me, leaving me momentarily distracted from my fear. My sobs stopped to be replaced with heavy breathing.

Which brings us to now.

Wrapping an arm under my body, he pulls me up while pressing deeper into me. His body warm, his smell surrounding me, all I can think about is how much I want him.
 

There’s something animalistic about this man. Something I want to be a part of. Something I want to be included in. He’s a force of nature.

Moving his head down to me, he presses his cheek to mine and demands, “Lexi, I need you to tell me who this body belongs to tonight.”

Arousal making my head swim, I answer immediately, “You, Twitch. It’s yours.” His low growl of approval makes my heart flutter and my core weep.
 

He toys with me. “You sure? I don’t think you’re all mine tonight. I feel you holding back. There’s still a part of you you’re trying to hold on to. And I don’t like that.”

Worry churns my gut. I don’t think I am. No. I’m sure I’m not holding back. But I’m not quick enough with my answer, so he repeats himself. “Is this body mine tonight?”

No hesitation. “Yes.”

“Mine to do with what I like?”

Quieter. “Yes.”

His heavy breathing in my ear makes me wetter than ever. Is there anything sexier than the noises a man makes during sex?

Moving his body against mine in a slow rhythm, the feel of his cock slipping up and down the cheeks of my ass makes me feel heady. Just as I wonder if he’ll ever fuck me, he whispers into my ear, “Fucking hell, you’re wet. When’s the last time someone touched you?”

My cheeks flush and I whisper back, “About eight months ago.”

Nipping my ear, he slides his hand down my stomach to my mound and cups it firmly. “After tonight, you’re not gonna want anyone but me.”

That’s what I’m afraid of.

His hand loosens on my most intimate place, and he reaches up to cup my breast. On a squeeze, he orders, “Be still. I want to see you,” then he leans back and away from me.

So there I am, face down, ass up, with all my modesty gone. Feeling a bit like a horse being inspected for sale, I bite my lip, praying to God that he likes what he sees.

A moment passes. Then another. And my heart beats so loud I think he might actually hear the rhythm of the hard thumping.

He doesn’t say a word, and humiliation grips me.

He doesn’t like what he sees. But still, I stay where I am. Doing as I’m told. Like a show pony.

My heart shrinks.
 

But restarts when his hands come down on my back softly. He moves them lower to my hips, then even lower to my upturned ass. Spreading my ass cheeks, he whispers, “Perfect.”

And warmth flows through my entire body from scalp to toes.

Thank God.

When his thumbs run down the center of my exposed butt, I tense.
 

Oh, please God. No. Not there.

The very tip of his thumb gently passes over my rosebud and I can’t help it. Gripping the sheets tightly, my body becomes stiff, and I almost yell out
stop
. But I don’t.

His hand stills on me. The silence is thick. And awkward.
 

Then there’s Twitch, always thinking of the big picture. “You don’t want me to do this?” His thumb slides down my ass crack, stilling a moment where it makes me sweat. “I thought we had a deal. That this body was
all
mine tonight.”
 

I don’t know what to say to that. Placing his thumb back where I fear it most, he states, “This body
is
mine to do with what I want. And if you’re good, I’ll make you come. If you’re bad, I’ll leave you hanging. In saying that, I know you’re going to be a good girl. Because you definitely don’t want to disappoint me. Do you, Lexi?”

The thought of disappointing Twitch makes my stomach flip…in a bad way.

“No, Twitch.”

His thumb rubs the puckered flesh more firmly. Leaning over me, he spits right on my back entrance, and I tense as the wet warmth slowly slides down the parted flesh. My mind yells at me as he pushes the tip of his thumb into my back entrance half an inch. He doesn’t make a move to push it deeper. And I know what this is. I get it.

This is Twitch asserting his role. This is Twitch showing me who’s boss.

And even though the thought of his length up my wrong-end makes me cringe, I like the dominance he’s displaying. He’s turning me on so much that I all but forget where his thumb is. He continues his slow, torturous assault on me and I fell myself getting wetter. The thought of his length penetrating me there makes me cringe but his dominance is turning me on so much that I almost want it. This is just how I pictured it in my head.
 

Raw and gritty, and dirty as hell.

And it’s not often you see your fantasies come to life. This fantasy though? It’s scaring the shit out of me. I wonder if I’ll wake up soon to find this was all a dream.

Caught up in concentrating on my breathing, I haven’t even noticed Twitch move until he places the tip of his cock at my entrance. The warmth of him makes me gasp lightly.
 

Oh, I want this so badly!
 

Removing his thumb from me, I breathe a sigh of relief, and leaning forward, he whispers into my ear, “Good girl.”

Gripping himself, he works the head of his cock up and down my folds, transferring my arousal onto him. He doesn’t say a single word when he slowly pushes into me. I feel the balls of his piercing slide past my entrance, and it adds a sensation I’ve never felt before. I’m subconsciously aware of it being there, but not in a bad or distracting way. He doesn’t have to say a damn thing. He pushes further into me and I gasp lightly. The feel of him – the thickness of him – makes me feel fuller than I’ve ever been. I feel as if a lost part of me has returned.

A dangerous thought. One I don’t actually want to think about.
 

My eyes close, and I let out a soft sigh as his hand comes around my waist once more, and he pulls me back gently as he pushes forward. It’s a strange feeling! The balls of his piercing hit something deep inside of me, and my entire body tingles. Toes curling, I grip the sheets tightly and moan out loud. I yelp when Twitch nips my back and answers my unasked question, “That’s your G-Spot, babe.”

I think it takes a selfless man to pierce his cock just for the pleasure of women.

Fully seated on him, he waits a moment for me to adjust before he orders quietly, “Put your hands behind your back, Lexi.”

Having my G-Spot tickled, I don’t even bat a lash at his request. My hands meet at the small of my back and he holds them both in one of his humungous ones. He pushes a little too deep into me and a twinge of pain hits my belly, but quickly enough, he pulls back and begins to rock into me.
 

Oh. My. God.

Mouth parted, my breathing deepens even further and my eyes roll back into my head.

He’s good.
Really
good.

Angling himself to the left side of my body, with every short thrust, he hits that same spot over and over. And suddenly, my body burns up, my core begins to contract, and I push back into him.

Then he’s gone.

What the fuck in fucking hell? What the
fuck
, Twitch? Goddamn it!

Face framed in an expression of disbelief, I turn back to find Twitch sitting back on his heels, lips pursed in disappointment. I ask heatedly, “What the fuck? Why’d you stop?”

Leaning forward, so close, his nose almost touches mine; his eyes pierce mine when he explains, “
You
are not in charge here. You don’t get to come without me allowing it. I am responsible for your orgasm, not
you
. You get me, girl?”

I don’t really understand, but I want this stupid conversation to end so he can stuff me like a Thanksgiving turkey again. I nod, and he asks, “Then why are you pushing back on me and trying to take control?”

Feeling a bit like a child being told off, I pout and dip my chin. “I didn’t realize I was. This is new to me, Twitch. I’m used to participating. Sorry.”