Chapter １３

I'm torn between telling him he's an asshole and begging him to make the idea a reality because it both hurts and arouses me.

There is no better time to begin than right now. David changes his hands and pushes me to my feet, lifting me effortlessly to the bed. He places me on it with more care than I'd like, but he quickly improves it by looping my hair around his fist and angling my head back with the resulting grasp. His attention is stuck on my lips. When he mutters, "Hardly know where to start," I get the idea that he's speaking to no one in particular.

From where I'm sitting, stripping down to nothing sounds like a fantastic idea.

“No.” He shook his head firmly. Don't be in such a hurry, please.

“David—”

He pulls on my hair painfully gently. I guess I'll have to teach you a lesson if you can't control that foul mouth.

My thighs are clenched together in anticipation. Oh no, I exclaim dryly. Not that.

David continues to pull at my hair. Whether I were to inquire if you're seeing someone, the truth is that I couldn't care a rat's behind either way. Tonight, I have to have you. C'mon, Anna.

I am currently single. There hasn't been a single person I've gone out with in the last several years. Those I meet nowadays who are looking to hook up or start a relationship don't care to look beyond my flawless exterior. They aren't interested in the unsightly parts of me, the broken shards that once made up the whole of the girl I am no more. After seeing me at my worst, David has decided he doesn't want me permanently. Knowing it gives me a sense of liberation. I'm all yours for the night.

"I know." Apparently, I'm on his radar. So, Birthday Girl. Use that tongue of yours, which speaks its mind, to good effect.

My hands are trembling as I go for the fly of his pants. Since he arrived tonight, I have been trembling constantly. The feeling of wanting David fills me to the brim, and it seems to go on forever. I'm tugging down his zipper and pulling his pants over his hips, so it's even better. I go to press harder, but he shakes his head at me. That'll have to do.

He is driving me crazy with his desire that we be fully dressed at all times. I have no idea if this is a good or negative thing. In what way have I recently been denied access to anything I sought? I just don't recall it. Though there are certain things I can never have again, I can have pretty much everything I desire right now.

Aside from this guy, of course.

All I want is for us to go naked and have extensive skin-to-skin contact. The lack of physical contact is so disconcerting that I never would have guessed it was possible to be so lonely. An increasingly urgent situation that David continues disregarding.

Then I untie his cock, and it's right there, and everything else is irrelevant. Like the guy himself, only thicker and better. Significant enough that I feel a twinge of dread. Since I've never been with somebody of this stature before, maybe this prolonged foreplay isn't such a horrible idea. Not even the company president in his rainbow collection of strap-ons. David might have fit into her greatest size.

I enclose as much of his body as I can in my fist. I'm not sure whether I can handle this.

Yes, of course you can He stays still, letting me make up my own mind.

Giant cock or not, it's not like I'm going to ignore him now. It's almost funny to think about it. I calm my anxieties as best I can and bend down to put him in my mouth. The decline is gradual, but I accept early on that I can't handle him completely, or even this much. Don't worry about it. Whatever resources I am given, I will make the most of them.

I said, "Anna, look at me."

After a moment of darkness, I blink open my eyes and stare up at his face. Now he's looking down at me as though... For the life of me, I can't say. The look on his face is hard to put into words. It's intense, for sure, yet there are depths I can't reach.

This has always been the case with David and I. He is the wall I keep running against, the one that appears impervious to my efforts until, for an instant, he gives way just enough to let the light through.

It seems like that right now. Feels like the sun is shining directly on me.

When he doesn't approve, he cuts it off again. "Just look at you now, with your gorgeous red lips wrapped over my cock. He makes a long, deliberate motion with his head. You're the most perverse mixture of evil and purity. That would be enough to screw with anyone's brain.

I calm down enough to say anything to him. "What direction would you want me to play in?" I've posed as innocent and guilty before; both are within my skill set. This isn't me at all.

You just don't understand. His free hand encircles his cock, and he slides it along my lower lip. To paraphrase: "Just be yourself, Anna. The latter is what I want. To have it is all I ask.