Chapter 12

Chapter Twelve

S he did it again. She fucking left while I was asleep, in the middle of the afternoon. I’m about to put a damn bell around her neck. I have no idea how she manages to escape without waking me. She must have been a fucking ninja in a past life. Either that, or I’m so warn out from fucking her that once I’m asleep not even an earthquake will rouse me.

I really don’t think it’s too much to ask that she’s still there when I wake up. I wonder if this is how all of the women in the past have felt when I’ve left their beds? I’ve never actually wanted to wake up next to a woman before Dani. And the first one I want to see when I wake up doesn’t fucking want to see me. I’m sitting in my car out front of her apartment building debating if I should go up there or turn around and go home.

Perhaps her leaving is doing us both a favour. I can feel myself getting far too used to her. Too attached. Attachment to a woman, any woman, is not something I want. Ever. Even with this knowledge, I find myself jumping out of my car and jogging across the street.

There’s no lock, no keypad entrance to her building. Pushing the door open, I walk up the three flights of stairs. I may have hacked into the firms HR records to find her address tonight. It’s not my finest moment… I’ll admit. But desperate times and all.

My fist bangs against her door. I really couldn’t care less if I wake the whole building up at this point. She doesn’t answer so I bang again. Still nothing, so I raise my fist, stopping it midair when the door swings open and a very pissed-off Dani stands before me.

“What the hell are you doing here? Trying to break down my damn door or something?” she grits out between clenched teeth.

My eyes travel up her bare legs, up to her… panties. A pair of black lace panties. My gaze continues its path. The singlet she’s wearing is skin tight, her nipples pebbling under the fabric. My pupils dilate.

What the hell is she doing opening the door dressed like this? I look behind me to make sure I’m the only one in the hall and that the whole rest of the floor isn’t getting a glimpse of her… everything. My hand lands in the middle of her chest and I gently push her backwards as I enter her apartment and close the door behind us.

“You shouldn’t be answering the door dressed like that,” I tell her.

“You shouldn’t be banging on my door either,” she says.

There’s a loud thud as something drops to the floor. Glancing down, I watch a baseball bat roll away. “Were you going to hit me over the head with that thing?” I ask her.

“You’d deserve it if I did,” she huffs, pivots on her heel, and walks down a small hallway.

Turning around, I make sure the front door is locked before I follow her. There are only two doors in the hallway. Poking my head in the first one, I find a very small bathroom, so I enter the second room. Dani is pulling the covers back on her bed. I watch as she sits down and pulls them up over her. She picks up a tablet from the bedside table, followed by a very full glass of white wine.

“Thirsty?” I ask her from my position at the doorway.

“Is there a reason you’re here, Alistair?” she asks in a bored tone.

I walk over to her, pluck the glass of wine out of her hands, and place it on the bedside table. I then take the tablet and put it beside the glass. “I’m here because I woke up alone. Again,” I tell her, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“You’re a big boy. I’m sure you’ve been waking up alone for a long time now,” she sasses.

I raise my eyebrows at her. “I have, but all of a sudden, I don’t want to anymore,” I admit, pulling the covers back. “I want to wake up next to you.” My hand slides up her thigh. “Next to this.” I cup her pussy.

“I had things to do,” she says.

“I had things to do too, and I couldn’t do those things because the key ingredient to them wasn’t there when I woke up,” I tell her.

“Okay.”

I stand and remove my shirt. Undoing my belt, I pull it through the loops of my pants. “You know, it’s really not okay. I’m not used to being left wanting, Dani. And you, little girl, always leave me wanting more. I don’t know what it is about you, but whatever it is, I need it. I need you,” I tell her. I toe my shoes off, my belt hanging from one hand. “On your knees. Turn around and put your hands around your back.”

Dani’s eyes open wide in shock. “What?”

“Dani, knees now!” I say, my tone harsher.

She blinks and then scrambles up to her knees. She turns her back to me like I instructed.

“Hands behind you. Clasp them together.”

“Yes, sir,” she says, following the command.

“See? I knew you could be such a good girl, Dani. You can follow instructions. It makes me want to reward you for being so good.” My fingers scoop under the lose strands of her hair and push it over one shoulder.

“Then you should reward me, sir.”

“That’s the problem, little girl. I’ve been giving you too many rewards and not enough punishments. You seem to think you can make your own rules. That’s not how this works.” My lips graze the side of her neck.

“Mmmm, I don’t like punishments. Sir,” she says, tilting her head to the side.

“They’re not meant for liking,” I tell her.

Wrapping the belt around her hands, I thread the strap through the buckle and pull tight. I push her forward until her shoulders hit the mattress. Her ass up in the air. Without warning, I bring my palm down on her right cheek. The sound of skin slapping skin echoes in the room.

“Ow, that hurt,” Dani cries out.

“It’s meant to. You know what else hurt?” I ask while doing the same to her left cheek.

“Ow, fuck. No, sir,” she whimpers.

“Waking up to find you gone. Again.” I slap her right cheek a second time. “That fucking hurt,” I say with another slap.

“Argh, shit. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to,” she says.

“But you did,” I tell her.

My fingers slide through her folds. As suspected, she’s fucking wet. I thrust two fingers into her, hard, before pulling them back out. Bringing them to my lips, I suck them clean.

“Goddamn delicious,” I hum. Then I undo my pants and free my cock. Sliding my hand up and down my shaft while contemplating how I’m going to take Dani. I could leave her as she is, bound up, ass in the air. But that won’t do. I want to see her face. I untie her hands. “Turn around,” I tell her, and she does. I smirk as her legs fall open. “Do you trust me, Dani?”

“Yes,” she answers.

“Good girl.” Straddling her hips, I lean over and wrap the belt around her neck. Her eyes pop open. “I won’t go too far. Trust me,” I explain as I pull the belt tighter, leaving enough slack so it’s not constricting her airflow.

She gives me a little nod.

Moving down her body, I lift one of her legs, rest her ankle on my shoulder, and line my cock up with her entrance before pushing into her slowly. The belt in my hand is still loose around her neck.

“Fuck, I knew it was going to be good burying my cock into you. But it’s like the first time, every time. So fucking good,” I groan as I bottom out inside her.

“Mmm, so good.” Her free leg wraps around my back. Her hips lift off the bed and gyrate in a circular motion. She’s trying to take over this show.

Yeah, that’s not how this works. I tug on the belt. It pulls tighter around her neck. I can feel the moment it starts restricting her breathing. The walls of her pussy convulse hard and she gets even wetter. Her pussy fucking gushes.

“You like being choked, little girl,” I tell her. “I can fucking feel how much you like it.”

She lets out an incoherent string of words. I lean over and loosen the belt. Her chest rises with the sudden intake of air. Maybe I should have started with my hand, but fuck, this belt looks good around her pretty little neck.

“You good?” I ask her.

“Again,” she says.

I smirk down at her. “As you wish.”

I start to fuck her, really thrust in and out. I can tell she’s waiting for it, anticipating the moment I’m going to tighten the belt and cut off her air supply. I won’t make it that easy for her though. I wait, and when I feel that she’s right on the verge of going over that edge, I tug on the belt.

Her whole body shudders underneath me. While she’s still in the throes of her orgasm, I pull out and my seed spills all over her stomach. I wasn’t risking her having to take another Plan B. We really need to work on a more permanent birth control solution.

Leaning over, I loosen the belt and remove it from her neck. “You okay?” I ask her.

“Better than okay,” she says.

I tilt her head up and inspect her neck. It’s a little red. I don’t have any balm to put on her skin here. I shouldn’t have gotten this rough with her. I’ve been holding back, trying not to scare her off. “Fuck. I shouldn’t have done that,” I tell her, moving her chin from side to side.

“Yes, you should have. I liked it,” she says. “And now I need another shower.” Her hands land on my chest to push against me.

I look down and notice the red marks around her wrists too. “I’m sorry.” I bring her wrists to my mouth and lay gentle kisses against the light bruising.

“I’m not. Come on, you can help me shower, considering you made the mess.” She laughs.

“I didn’t want you to have to take a Plan B again. And we really need to get you on birth control.”

“Or you could use condoms,” she suggests.

“And lose the feel of your cunt gripping my skin? Never. I’d rather knock you up a million times than endure the loss of that,” I say, pushing to my feet and pulling her along with me.

I squint my eyes open, the sun peeking through the curtains and blinding me. Rolling over, I reach out an arm and find nothing but a set of cold, empty sheets. I sit up. I’m in her bed.

“Dani?” I call out. The apartment is quiet, too quiet. I fall back on the pillows. “What the actual fuck?”