Chapter Eighteen

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He gets up from the bed, swiftly, and locks the door. There is no sound, just my fast heartbeat and the tension is just unbearable.

Why, in the name of Jesus, did my mood change? Why am I suddenly playing? Right. I don't know and I my mind and body are acting on their own.

"You are bipolar, you know that?" Heath smirks, sensually walking towards me.

"I am not bipolar. You changed my mood." I mumble, breathless. How can he make me affect so much?

"I am multi talented, Precious." He gives me a crooked smile, slowly, closing the curtains and blocks all the sunlight.

I roll my eyes, but my insides are needy. I never wanted a man like this. But the tension just can't be ignored. Well, only Heath can throw away my feminism, my strong attitude out of the window.

He comes towards me, deliberately, taking his own sweet time, to remove his t-shirt.

He takes it off, leans towards me, his lips, a mm away from me. He keeps his shirt beside me, his hand barely touching my arms.

The intense grey eyes are staring at me, which accelerates my breathing. I am sitting cross legged, and quite aware, I am leaning backward, as he leans towards me.

"Precious." He whispers, huskily, seductively.

"Heath." I lean backwards, my spine coming in contact with the headboard. Shit. He has trapped me.

His fingertips are brushing my bare arms, increasing my wetness between my legs, my nipples, tight, my breathing, haywire and heartbeat, increasing.

I lick my bottom lip, which has become, so dry, but still staring at his eyes. His gaze darkens, his hold on my arms, tightens, and his eyes, concentrating on my lips.

"How much, I want that around me." He whispers, breathing unevenly.

I lick my lips again, now aware, that I am affecting him.

"You are not playing fair, Callista." He mumbles, his eyes darting between my lips and eyes.

"I don't." I breath back.

Suddenly, his lips are on me. My back is arched, his hands on the headboard, now, trapping me.

He licks my lips, nibbling on it, occasionally. My hands, move through his hair, tugging it harshly, as he pushes his tongue inside me. I tug on it again, making him groan. His sound vibrates through my whole body, but focusing on my groin. I try to moan, but he bites me, involuntarily, making me gasp.

"No moaning." He orders, his lips now, skimming down my neck, jaw, earlobe, collarbone, back and forth. My grip, just tightens more and I am more needy than before.

I moan, as he bites on my neck.

Suddenly, his lips leave my body, keeping me aching with desire. His gaze darkens, a wicked, crooked grin spreading on his lips.

"The deal now." Huh? What deal?

I frown at him, my vagina, aching for some release. He answers my unasked question.

"One moan equals to two hard spanks. Now I'm thinking of ten and decide to keep it increasing with each moan." He chuckled, at my horror. Holy shit.

He pulls back, his gaze, getting darker and breathing looks normal. How can he stay normal, now? That's so unfair.

He pulls me up to him, quickly, roughly and swiftly.

He sits back on the bed and I fall into his lap. My lips now, plump red and my wetness, palpable. The aching is increasing in my groin and I don't  know what to expect.

He roughly flips me over, so that, I am lying, on his knees. My face, pressed against the bed and his erection poking in my belly.

He sensually, moves his hand through my spine, the t-shirt riding up my back, showing skin. I feel so heated that I just want him to fuck me.

Grabbing my hips, he hooks his long, skillful fingers in my PJ's and moves them down. Roughly, he tugs them down, completely, removing them and throwing it somewhere, in haste.

Despite of being cold, his warm hands, roam on my ass cheeks, squeezing it and rubbing it.

The rubbing stops and I wait for the blow. Waiting. Waiting. Still waiting.

His hands again rub my ass cheeks, like before, creating an uncanny suspense. I glare in my head, knowing his unfair game. He wants me panting, in need.

Spank!

"Ah!" I scream as his hand comes in contact with my ass.

The sting spreads through the surface and the pleasure, kicking in. I gasp, as the ache starts to double in my vagina.

"So round. Simply great ass." He whispers, seductively.

In quick succession, he spanks me hard on my ass, for four times in a row. My vagina walls are not totally wet, dripping with desire.

I bit my lips, to stop myself from moaning. I want to get spanked, and I don't want that, at the same time too. Leave it to Heath, to make me bipolar.

I count mentally, biting my lips so hard, they may become bloodshot.

After six spanks, my ass is on fire, my pussy throbbing to be fucked, anyhow and surprisingly, he abruptly stops.

"Good girl." He mumbles, again rubbing and squeezing my ass cheeks. "Now..." He whispers.

I look up, somehow, drained from all the spanking, into his eyes. They are gleaming with excitement, concentrating on my naked ass.

He hooks his long index fingers, along both side of my panties and pulls them down. I gasp, as his eyes darken at the sight.

I watch, as he takes them off, brings it close to smell it and keeps them on the bed.

"Sweet." He whispers and this maybe the hottest thing, I have seen for a while.

He rubs my ass, his fingers moving everywhere on my naked behind. My head falls on the bed, relishing the feeling of his hands on my skin.

I bit my lip, to control my sudden moan.

"Already wet. Delicious." His thumb is circling my foot from behind. My ass rides up higher and matching his rhythm, to fulfill myself.

"I do want to fuck you." He inserts one finger inside me, pumping fast. Holy hell, I can't even moan, so, I bite my lip harder.

His right hands moves to my front, to cup my breasts and he squeezes my already rock-hard nipples. His left hand index finger is pumping faster and the the motion on my clit is rougher.

"Sexy." He whispers, continuing his assault on my pussy, nipples and clif.

One finger. Two fingers. Three fingers. Pumping faster, rougher and harder. I swear, my lips are swollen and red, from all that biting.

I moan, as his fingers hit my g-spot and his right hand, squeezing my breasts, more.

"You are still so tight. But, some punishment is required." He grits, pumping faster and harder.

My pussy is throbbing and just, when I was going to climax, he pulls his fingers back, leaving me hanging. His both hands have left my body and I curse, mentally.

Asshole. Well, he doesn't know, I can also play.

He sucks his fingers, making popping sounds, intensifying my arousal. Bastard.

He flips me, roughly and I am on my back,on my bed, needy all over. He gets up, watching me under his bright gaze.

"This was actually your punishment for moaning." He smirks, "Well, four spanks are still left you know."

I don't give any sort of emotions, just stare at Heath, with hooded eyes, desire flooding in them.

I lick my lips, seductively, wetting my red lips. His smirk fades and his gaze darkens.

I slip my left hand, through my t-shirt, squeezing my breasts. My head falls back as I play with myself. My other hand slowly moves towards my aching pussy, wanting some relief.

I look at Heath, who is watching me, standing still in front of me, shirtless.

The thumb of my right hand, circles my clit, roughly. Slowly, biting my lip, I push two fingers into my pussy.

Pumping into the vagina, I increase my pace, just caring about my throbbing pussy and orgasm.

"Fuck!" Heath mumbles, but stands to his spot. I know, this is complete, sweet torture to him. Victory!!! He doesn't know, I am a pro at fingering.

I pump faster, harder, increasing the circles on my clit. My belly tightens, as I feel the pull.

"Ah!" I scream, not giving a damn about this world and collapse, on the bed as my orgasms, ripples through me.

After, recovering from my own bliss, quickly, I sit up, half naked.

I focus, and see Heath, still standing, gazing at me. I look into his darkened grey eyes and lick my fingers, which are glistening with my own release.

He inhales sharply, his Adam's apple clear on his throat, making it extremely hot.

"Quite a show." He whispers, enough for me to hear and then mumbles, that I almost miss his words. "Next time, I can't resist."

Next time? I'll be waiting.

His eyes are still hooded and I know my eyes, mirror his. I question myself again... What was that?

I don't ever lose control, why did it happen?

I watch him, as he moves around the room, slipping his shirt and gives me, my panties and PJ. I take it from him, still sitting on the bed.

Getting up, I put on my panties but decide against the PJ. I instead, put on my black tight slacks.

Thanks, to Heath, my butt is extremely sore, from all that rough spanks. To payback, I change my t-shirt to a white full-sleeved crop top, which displays my ass, protruding.

A sharp inhalation turns be back and Heath, is watching me, rather my ass, hungrily.

He needs sex? Oh. My. God.

I tie my hair into a messy bun, and completely ignoring him, walk by him.

"I need to fuck you...soon." He mumbles, following me.

I give him a grin, knowing that we ended up in a tiebreak, neither winning nor losing the game. He scowls in response.

We both stop in our track, as the scene unfolds before us in the living room. My face, showing immense surprise and excitement and Heath stills beside me, chuckling, for God knows what.

Macenth James sits on the couch, beside Anna. Both laughing at something and the smile on Anna is infectious.