I was getting a little too antsy. I wanted to know where she was and who she was with. In the end, I found myself driving towards her apartment a little earlier than normal, just so I could make a decision on my next move if she wasn’t there. I took the Vanquish tonight, simply because I could do with a rest from the Dodge. I had driven up here too many times in that car. It was best to remain elusive in my actions. I didn’t want to become too predictable.
I parked in my normal spot and took the stairs. My heart was thumping again because I didn’t know what I would find. I didn’t want the disappointment of knowing there was an empty apartment that hadn’t been used in days.
With a careful turn of the key, I pulled up my hood and pushed the door open a little. Everything was dark so I assumed she wasn’t home again. But then I saw her bag, coat, and keys, and knew she must be here somewhere. I shut the door behind me and, as quietly as I could, I edged towards her bedroom. When I got to her door and pushed it open, what I saw floored me. Tyler was lying on the bed with a nightie on. She was curled up into a ball, holding onto some tissues. She had been crying. A part of me wanted to rush to her, scoop her into my arms, and tell her everything was going to be okay. Me, the one who wanted to harm her, suddenly had this urge to protect her from the horrible outside world? What was wrong with me? I needed to get a fucking grip. For a moment, I thought maybe I should leave. In fact, I turned to do just that when I heard her voice.
“Please hold me,” she whispered, a whimper in her voice. My whole body tensed, my teeth clenched, and my heart thumped at the thought that Tyler needed me. Of course she needed me. That was what I had planned all along. But why was she here after being away for days? Why had she been crying? Who the fuck did that to her?
Against my better judgement, I walked over to Tyler’s bed and lay beside her. She curled her back into the curve of my body, and I immediately caught that familiar whiff of her coconut lotion. I couldn’t help it. My dick reacted. It always did around her.
“Where have you been?” I asked a little sternly.
“I don’t want to talk about it. Please, can you just hold me?”
The burn in my stomach surfaced at the thought that someone had done this to her. “Did some fucker hurt you?” I asked without thinking. It sounded like I cared, and I’m not supposed to care. I’m not supposed to want to rip apart whoever dared to come within five feet of her. I shouldn’t give a shit but, for some reason, another ugly demon surfaced within me. I could feel the rage at the thought of another man touching her, another man daring to come near her, another man hurting her. If anyone needed to fulfil that desire, it was me. I shouldn’t want to protect her, I shouldn’t want to care for her, and I certainly shouldn’t want to fucking scoop her away and never let her go.
“No one hurt me,” she whispered again. The way she said it was like her heart was breaking. It was all too much to listen to. When I was about to ask her what happened, she turned to me. She tried, but failed to find my face. I could see her twinkly eyes trying to find me in the dark.
“Kiss me,” she breathed, a hint of want in her voice. “Please.”
I instantly stiffened. I wanted to kiss her, but I knew the minute I did, I would be lost. I knew what it was like to kiss her, and I vowed I wouldn’t put myself in that position again.
“Kiss me,” she pleaded again, gripping onto my sweatshirt. I knew there was something wrong with her. She was in pain and I’d be damned if it didn’t fucking kill me to see her like this.
Fuck, I needed to get a grip.
When I didn’t answer, she gripped me tighter. “No,” I finally managed to say. Immediately, she let go, and I didn’t know why I felt sudden disappointment clouding me.
“If you won’t let me kiss you, let me see something of you. Anything. Please.”
I was going to say no, but then I thought about it for a moment. Is she really going to figure out who I am just from seeing a part of me? I had said no before, but I couldn’t find it in my heart to deny her this.
Turning away from her, I lifted up my top to bare my back. For a moment, she didn’t move, but then I felt her get off the bed and open the curtain a little. With the moon shining on my back, she could finally see the faint outlines of my tattoos.
I felt the bed dip and Tyler scooting over to touch them. She surprised me by kissing each one and, fuck, did it make my dick stiff.
I felt her tracing the outline of my dragon tattoos. “Are they fighting?” she asked in a soft voice.
“Yes,” I answered, feeling her trail her fingers across each one.
“Why?”
I sighed, wondering whether to answer her. “Because they represent good versus evil.”
Feeling her fingers trail down my back, I almost shuddered. “Do they represent you?”
I tensed. I wasn’t even sure showing her the tattoos was a good idea, let alone telling her what they represented.
“Yes,” I finally answered.
“Do you think there is good and evil in you?”
“No. I don’t think there is any good in me at all. I think the dark dragon wins.”
“I can’t believe that,” she answered in a stern voice. “I don’t believe there could possibly be evil in you.”
I didn’t like where this was heading. I didn’t like that she was trying to reach into my soul and see the goodness in me. I hid it away for so long, it couldn’t possibly be there anymore.
“A dragon is capable of love, just as I am capable of loving a dragon,” she whispered softly.
Shit, she wasn’t hinting that she loved me, was she? Closing my eyes, I tried to gather momentum. “You could never love me, Tyler. I am a demon.”
“Can’t demons love, too?” she asked.
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because a demon has no love to offer.”
I heard her sigh softly. “I don’t believe you,” she whispered again. “What does this represent?”
I felt her fingers at my lotus tattoo on my shoulder. “It’s a lotus flower.”
“Ah,” she said, with a hint of recognition. “Because you are Lotus. What does that represent?”
I kind of knew she would ask me, so I gave the honest answer. It certainly wasn’t what it represented, though. “A lotus flower blooms from muddy waters.”
I felt her finger stop trailing for a moment. “You’re a wealth of contradictions. First, you say you have no good in you, then you give me symbols of rising from muddy waters. Are you saying you’re in the muddy water? If you are, there must be good in you. One day, you will flower, Lotus. One day, you will rise from those murky waters.”
I suddenly got angry at her. “You don’t know anything about me, Tyler. I would suggest you stop trying to fucking psychoanalyse me. I’ve already told you I have no love to give. We fuck. That’s it between you and me.”
I felt her recoil and instantly regretted being harsh with her. I couldn’t let her unravel me. I couldn’t let her see the old me. I thought she was going to get angry and start sulking, so I was surprised when she kept going with her finger.
“What does this one represent?”
Her finger was at the crevice of my back. I knew she was outlining the Japanese calligraphy that ran all the way down the crevice. “It is kurobi, which is Japanese for ‘Black Belt’.”
She stopped her finger and I heard a small gasp. “You’re a black belt in karate?”
“Yes, in Tae Kwon Do.”
Soon, Tyler was tracing her finger all the way up the other shoulder. The one that was hidden from her view. I couldn’t possibly let her see that tattoo.
“Why can’t I see your other shoulder?”
I knew she would ask and I knew then that the tattoo admiration was over. Pulling the sweatshirt back over me, I sighed, “Close the curtain, Tyler.”
I knew I was cutting her off, but I didn’t care. She was getting too close for comfort now. The tattoo she was so desperate to see was the firs
t one I got done just before my parents died. It was a set of angel wings with Tyler’s name in the middle. I got it done for her. I was going to show her as soon as I came back. I wanted her to see just how much she meant to me.
“Why won’t you open up to me?”
“Why won’t you tell me why you were crying when I came in?”
She stopped talking after that, just like I knew she would. Two could obviously play that game. She got up, closed the curtain, and came back to bed.
I was going to turn around to face her, then I felt her hands crawl underneath my shirt to caress my back. “Thank you for showing me your tattoos,” she breathed and I knew she was switching tactics. She wanted me now and, of course, I was going to give her what she wanted.
“You came inside me,” she stated, rubbing her hands up and down my back.
My lips curved into a smile. “I’m clean, so you don’t have to worry.”
“I know,” she answered. “I got tested.”
I wanted to ask how she could have done that so quickly, but her parents had just as many connections as I did
“Is that why you’ve been hiding away from me these last few days, because you were angry with me?”
She laughed a little and scratched my back. Fuck, this woman did things to me I wished she didn’t. “No. Where I’ve been has nothing to do with you.”
That answer both upset and angered me. I had let her slip and was damned if I would let it happen again. From now on, if I wasn’t watching her, I would make sure somebody else was.
Suddenly, Tyler got off the bed. She knelt in front of me, looking up towards my hoodie. With her right hand, she reached out to grab my zipper.
On instinct, my hand reacted, grabbing her wrist tightly. I could see the hurt and shock in her eyes, but she was daring to take control here. I couldn’t let that happen.
“Please,” she said, looking up at me. “I want to please you. I need this.”
I saw the pain in her eyes and, for some reason, I didn’t have the heart to tell her no. Instead, I released my grip, making her smile timidly towards me.
With a tug of my zipper, she freed me. The moment she did, I felt a huge relief. I had been wanting her touch for too long now. If I admitted it to myself, I needed this just as much as she did.
Darting out her tongue, Tyler gently licked the tip of my cock. I hissed a little, desperately wanting her to carry on. Stroking her hair, I gripped it tightly and heard a moan escape her lips. It had been so fucking long, I had forgotten that Tyler liked it a little rough.
Tyler sucked down the length of my shaft. I was impressed that she could take so much. That thought alone nearly had me coming in her mouth, and there was no way I was going to come in her mouth tonight.
Tyler carried on teasing me with that fucking delectable tongue of hers. She trailed it up and down my shaft before reaching the tip. With a flick of her tongue, she dived down onto my cock with relish. For a while, I relaxed and let her take centre stage. I fisted her hair and guided her down, needing to push as much of me in her as possible.
As the pleasure built, I grabbed her hair and pulled her off. “Stop,” I breathed heavily. “Get up,” I ordered. She did as she was told and I gazed upon her in her nightgown. Her breasts were beautifully pert, and her nipples were straining against the fabric. “What have I told you about wearing things in bed?” I asked. She was going to answer, but I didn’t give her a chance. Instead, I ripped the fabric from her body, watching as it fell to the floor. Tyler gazed at me with horrified lust in her eyes. She couldn’t believe I had done it, but she fucking loved that I did.
“See, this is what fucking happens when you wear something in bed. Now you know for next time.” I gazed upon her beautiful body. Tyler was never a skinny girl, but I loved that about her. She had curves in all the right places, and breasts that were the perfect size. Not too small, not too big.
“Turn around,” I ordered again. “Walk backwards towards me.” She did as instructed and I found myself stroking her backside. That was something else to admire of hers. Tyler’s ass was round and perfect. Everything about Tyler was perfect.
Trailing my hands up around her waist, I journeyed towards her breasts. I grabbed one in each hand and pinched her nipples. She threw her head back and moaned.
“I wonder how wet you are for me, Tyler. I wonder if you’re as soaking wet for me as I think you are.” I carried on pinching and messaging her breasts. She was practically wiggling under my touch. She ached for a release only I could give her.
I heard her murmur something unintelligible as my hand wandered down towards her stomach, then down to her pussy. My finger parted her lips as I delved deeper to find her drenched and swollen for me. “So fucking wet for me. All. The. Fucking. Time,” I stated, plunging my finger inside her a little. She bucked, leaning forward a little and raising that fucking pert ass of hers in front of me.
My cock throbbed, almost as if it were smelling her. It sought her wet heat out like a radar. I wanted so much to grab her and plunge myself deep inside her. Instead, I manoeuvred my hand around the back of her and fingered her from behind. I plunged in and out, with her meeting my thrusts time and time again. Pulling out, I moved a little further up until I found that little nub of hers. I pinched it gently and she almost fell at my touch. I fucking loved that she had this reaction to me. I loved that she was so in tune with me. I loved that she was at my fucking mercy.
“You love it when I touch your pussy, don’t you, Tyler?” She moaned and I rubbed her clit harder. “Don’t you?”
“Yes,” she answered breathlessly. “Lotus, please. I need you inside me. I need to feel you.”
I ignored her pleas and kept going. Once my fingers were wet enough, I moved a little further back towards her ass. She tensed at first, but then, as if she remembered, she relaxed and even presented herself to me. I took that as my permission and plunged a finger into her ass. She moaned again, giving me that pleasure of hers. My dick ached. It was almost becoming unbearable.
Pulling my finger out, I grabbed her hips and positioned her over my cock. “One last chance, Tyler. I can put a condom on, but—”
“Please,” she begged, interrupting me. “Just fuck me.”
I smiled at her pleas, but didn’t want to wait any longer. “As you wish,” I stated and plunged her down on my cock. Tyler cried out, and my dick practically celebrated as it felt her familiar wet heat surrounding me. Her pussy clenched a little and I couldn’t help the growl that escaped me.
With a lift of her hips, Tyler rose up and down on my cock, trying to take control as she rode me. I was going to let her for a little while, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to last too long. I liked to be in control. It was all I had ever known since my parents’ death.
As Tyler spread her legs a little, I felt her reach down to stroke my balls. That was when I knew I needed to gain the control back.
I reacted fast, holding her in place on top of my cock. She moaned in frustration, but soon enough, I had her surrendering to me as I stroked her clit and fondled her breasts. She tried to move again, but I stopped her. I needed to be the one to dominate. Despite the fact she was on top of me, I knew I needed this.
Carrying on with my rubbing, I felt Tyler cry out as her orgasm was getting close. With no time to waste, I grabbed her hips and forced her up and down on my cock. I made her ride me fast, her breathing and moaning becoming out of control.
“Lotus,” she cried as she moaned and writhed beneath me. “Bite me,” she said.
Her request almost shocked me, but this was the wild side of Tyler coming out. The side that yearned to be fucked relentlessly and treated with debauchery.
I steadied her with one hand, and yanked her hair back with the other. Tyler cried out as I pulled her back towards me. Knowing I couldn’t do all this with only one hand, I let Tyler ride me as I squeezed her breast.
“You want me to bite you?” I whispered into her ear. She moaned again so I grabbed
her hair. “What do you say, Tyler? What do you fucking say to me?” I gripped her hair tighter in my fist, causing her to shudder and moan even louder.
“Bite me, please,” she begged, and I almost came inside her right then.
Rising my hand up to her breast, I carried on, moving until I got to her chin. I pulled her head back towards me and latched onto her neck. I sucked and she moaned, desperate to move faster, but also desperate to feel my mouth latched onto her. As she rode me, I placed a finger down on her clit, swiping across it. Tyler cried out and I felt her clench on my cock. Closing my eyes, I sucked harder on her neck, knowing that my release was not far behind. Tyler screamed and I let go of her, grabbing her hips and plunging my cock deep within her. She let me set the pace again as the pleasure of her pulsating pussy squeezed my cock in a vice-like grip. I could feel the pressure rising in my balls. I let it build as I guided her up and down, grunting.
With a growl, I felt myself shoot inside of her. My cock pumped and pumped as my release went on and on. Tyler moaned again as I thrust myself one last time into her.
Letting go of my hands, Tyler stayed there, resting on my cock. I closed my eyes, breathing her in and basking in the glow of my orgasm. No matter what, she always knew how to drive me crazy.
Knowing I couldn’t stay around, I smacked her ass to make her move. Tyler yelped a little, but took the hint. Standing up, she winced, making me want to ask if she was okay. Why the fuck should I care if she was okay? The woman was a witch, working that voodoo magic of hers for all it was worth. I couldn’t let her get me under her spell. I couldn’t let her trap me like she did all those years ago. I was weak and vulnerable back then. I was also in love. A pussy-whipped fucking numpty. But not anymore. I couldn’t let her in.
“You’re going to leave me now, aren’t you?” she whispered a hint of sadness running through her voice.
“You know the rules, Tyler. Are you telling me you didn’t enjoy what just happened? That I didn’t satisfy your ultimate desires?”