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  Sophia wrapped her arms around me and said, “Thank you.”

  “Anytime, babe. I’m your man if you ever need any more work. Give that some time to heal. You’re going to be sore for a couple of weeks. The hip is tender. Watch what type of clothing you wear, too.”

  Suzy stood off to the side and smiled at us both. I couldn’t wait to get her alone later, but I still had work to do. “Come here, sugar.” I held my hand out to her and she placed her tiny fingers in my palm.

  I wrapped her in my arms and pulled her body against mine. “I haven’t forgotten that I owe you for your little display earlier.” Her eyes went wide as she stared at me. “I never break a promise either, sugar.” I kissed her and rubbed my dick against her stomach. I couldn’t wait to bury myself in her pretty little cunt. “I’ll be over around eight. Be ready.” I smiled and said goodbye as the two girls walked out of the shop in a fit of giggles.

  Wants and Desires

  I collapsed on the bed exhausted, sweaty, and out of breathe. City stretched out next to me, hands behind his head with a smug ass grin stretching his lips. “What’s that look?” I asked.

  “I fuckin’ rocked your world.”

  “Cocky much?” He fucking did, too. I’d never come so hard or as much as I had with him. He knew all the right things to do and all the perfect places to touch. “If that was your punishment, it didn’t work.”

  “Oh, I don’t know about that. I heard you yelp a few times when I smacked your ass,” he laughed.

  I stared at the ceiling and thought about his words, remembering the stinging feeling of his hand landing on my ass. It set my skin on fire and made everything more intense.

  “More out of shock than hurt. You surprised the heck out of me.”

  City turned on his side, rested his head on his hand and gazed at me. He ran his fingertips across my stomach and my flesh broke out in goose bumps. “I hope it’s not the last surprise I ever give you.” I closed my eyes and wanted to stay in this moment forever. “Whatcha thinking about, sugar?”

  I opened my eyes and looked into his beautiful blue eyes. “You, Joe. You’re just so, so… I don’t know how to describe you.” I sighed.

  “Unlike anyone you’ve ever been with?” He arched his eyebrow.

  “Yeah and I don’t know if that’s a good thing, either.” I didn’t want to say that he also made me half neurotic. The jealously I felt in the tattoo shop was something foreign to me and I didn’t like it – not one bit. I barely knew him, and it gutted me to think of him with someone else. I was starting to question my sanity.

  “Oh… it’s good. The way you screamed my name couldn’t be anything but good, sugar.”

  My face flushed and warmth crawled down my skin. I had never been a yeller or made much noise at all, but then again, I’d never had a reason to before.

  “Don’t be embarrassed.” He pulled me against his body and kissed my temple as he fisted my hair.

  I couldn’t escape him –his smell, skin, and warmth. Everything about him made me want more and I couldn’t block it from my mind or wish it away.

  “Want me to go?” he whispered in my ear.

  “No!” I opened my eyes quickly, turning toward him. My lips brushed against his and I didn’t close my eyes and neither did he – we stared in each other’s eyes for a moment as I melted into his body.

  “Stop over thinking shit, Suzette. You want to be with me?”

  “You scare the hell out of me, honestly.”

  “Why?” he brushed the hair from my face and my skin tingled from the innocent touch.

  “Like you said – you’re unlike anyone I’ve ever known. You’re like one giant damn mystery to me.”

  “I’m an open book. I don’t hide my feelings and I don’t pussy foot around shit. I do what I have to and I say what’s on my mind.”

  “I guess I’m just not used to someone being so… so…”

  “Cocky, sexy, manly?” he chuckled and started to grab my side, causing me to break out into laughter.

  “Stop!” I couldn’t catch my breath.

  “You think too damn much instead of saying what’s on your mind.”

  “Okay, okay,” I puffed out through my giggle with tears running down my face. His hands stilled at my side and his tongue darted out and licked the tear from my cheek.

  “Like that. No one has ever done that.”

  “Sugar, maybe I need to ask what they have done to you. I feel that list is shorter than what they did do. Have you come during sex before?”

  I didn’t want to answer that question. “Um.”

  “Yes or no?” I felt like his azure eyes were staring into my soul and trying to unwrap all of my secrets.

  “Not really.” I gave him a shy smile not really wanting to divulge that no one had ever gotten me off like he did. City was cocky enough without thinking he was my own personal sex god.

  “Hmm. Did you come with me or were you faking that shit?”

  Oh, here we go. “I did and I sure as hell wasn’t faking – I never fake it.”

  “Besides me, ever? Without having to do it yourself?”

  “No, no one has ever really cared if I did.”

  “Fucking assholes.” He shook his head. “Why do women date assholes like that? I know no one’s ever smacked your ass. What do you want that no one has ever done to you?”

  Oh my God. I couldn’t be any more embarrassed than I felt in this moment. “I don’t know.”

  “That’s bullshit, sugar. Everyone has fantasies.” He nuzzled in my hair and I didn’t feel so under the microscope, but I didn’t want him to laugh at me.

  “Tell me one of yours.” I stroked his arms and traced the tattoos on his skin. The artwork really was beautiful. My parents always told me that tattoos were trashy, but on City they were works of art. They were a timeline of his life and I wanted to peel back the layers and hear the story.

  “I want to fuck you on my bike.” My breath caught in my throat. The thought of him taking me on his bike hadn’t even crossed my mind, but now the image was burned into my brain. “I want you spread eagle, my face planted between your legs, licking every ounce of wetness from your body before sinking my dick in you.” The vibration of his words in my ear caused wetness to pool between my legs. Damn him. “Your turn.” I knew he had a smile on his face without even seeing it. Bastard.

  I sighed. “Where do I begin? God, this is so embarrassing.”

  “Sugar, if you can’t share your fantasies with your boyfriend, who can you?”

  One point, City – Suzy, Zero. “I swear I need to have my head examined.” I covered my eyes with my hands. City would think I’m nuts.

  “Out with it. Sophia told me you two read a lot of those smut books. Fantasies can become reality, sugar.”

  “It’s just so weird. You’re going to think I’m completely insane.”

  He stroked my arm as I tried to cover my face. His body shifted as he moved my hand away from my eyes.

  “I gotta know now. I can call Sophia and ask, or you can tell me. Give me the naughtiest thing you’ve always wanted.”

  I swallowed and shut my eyes. I didn’t want to see his reaction when he heard this one. “Fine. I have this fantasy of being taken against my will.”

  He didn’t gasp or scream but very calmly said, “Rape or kidnapping?”

  I opened my eyes and turned to look at him. He had a grin on his face and the butterflies dancing in my stomach calmed. “Kidnap. I know it’s weird,” I mumbled.

  “No, Suzette. It’s not weird at all. We all have our kinks and fantasies. Okay, so kidnap and then what?” He looked so damn eager to hear the rest, like he was hanging on my every word. How could I not share the rest?

  “Do you honestly want to know?”

  “Yes.”

  “I’ve read so many amazing books that deal with kidnapping and being owned by someone. I don’t really want some crazy person to kidnap me, but the books make it seem appealing and sexy as heck.” />
  “I’ll see what I can do to make that happen.”

  “Oh, God.”

  “I won’t surprise you, you’ll know when it’s coming – when I’m coming for you.”

  Pulling my body against his, our skin touching, his hands pressed into my back, he made me feel normal about wanting something so taboo. He smelled so good. His masculine and musky scent mixed with the smell of sex. I didn’t think I could ever get enough of him.

  His hand glided up my back, on to the nape of my neck as he grabbed a fist full of hair. The feel of his calloused hands against my skin and the prick of pain on my scalp felt like electricity throughout my body. Holding my head still with his firm grip on my hair, he looked into my eyes. The brilliant blue of his almost glowed in the light and burned with passion. “As for being owned, I plan to own every inch of your body. You are mine, sugar, don’t forget that shit. I’m going to fucking ruin you.”

  Why the hell did that sound so amazing? Damn trashy books altered my sense of right and wrong. I wanted him to own me – ruin me.

  I was lost in thought until his lips crashed against mine. His kiss wasn’t gentle or kind, but demanding and all consuming. My body molded around him as I wrapped my leg around his waist.

  “I’m going to be rough, Suzette,” he said against my lips.

  I searched his eyes and could see the lust and need within. “I’m yours,” I whispered.

  He grabbed my torso and flipped me on my stomach. He moved faster than I thought possible and he was behind me in a moment. He grabbed my hips and pulled my ass in the air. “Stomach down, sugar.” He pushed on the small of my back, “head too, only your ass in the air.” I buried my face in the sheets and could smell him on the fabric.

  I started to hyperventilate. I had sex doggie style, but this was something different – new. His fingers raked through my wetness, stroking my clit and squeezing it lightly. A jolt coursed through my body and I cried out.

  Smack. “Don’t move,” he said rubbing my ass with one hand and pinching my clit with the other. “Unless you want another swat on the ass.”

  I wanted to squirm or rub against him like a cat in heat, but the sting of his last swat kept me rooted in place. His hand left my ass and I turned to look at him. His tall, muscular body stood on the bed and he stroked his cock. The metal piercing at the tip would disappear in his hand. His beautiful black hair was a mess and lay across his forehead and the light reflected off his eyes. I could stare at him for hours – he was everything my mother told me to steer clear of in life. Just looking at the man made my panties wet. I’m so screwed.

  I was so exposed in this position. My ass and pussy were on display for him. He pumped his hardness in his fist as he positioned himself behind me. I could feel the head rub through my wetness. His cock was hard as it poked at my entrance. I closed my eyes and held my breath as I waited for him to fill me. I instantly felt the loss of his body and opened one eye to see what he was doing.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked staring at him just standing there stroking the shaft as he looked at me.

  “Relax, sugar. I’ll make it fan-fuckingtastic.” He rubbed my ass and I knew his words were true.

  I relaxed my muscles and closed my eyes as I felt his hand on me again. The head of his dick touched my opening and I wanted him inside me. I gripped the sheets and braced myself for the impaling I was about to endure. He rested his hand on the top of my ass as he pushed himself inside. I felt stuffed and I knew he wasn’t fully seated inside. I squeezed the sheets tighter as the sensation of him became overwhelming and more intense than I’d felt before.

  His body slammed into mine as he pumped in and out. His body worked like a well-oil machine and his shaft was the piston battering my insides. The tip hit parts of my body that had never been touched before and I wanted to crawl away – the fight or flight instinct started to kick in. My ass stung as the sound of his hand striking my ass filled my ears.

  “Ass up, Suzette,” he growled grabbing my hips and molding my body exactly how he wanted it without going out of rhythm.

  I bit my lip. I wanted to cry out. I wanted to crawl away. I didn’t know if I could take one more minute as I reached back and grabbed his ankles. I dug my nails into his skin and grounded myself. I had to fight every urge in my body to flee.

  I could feel every inch of him as it moved inside my body. His breathing was harsh and quick and I buried my face in the sheets to stop from crying out. My muscles tightened as I felt an orgasm building inside me, but how? He hadn’t even touched my clit in this position and I hadn’t touched myself.

  His speed increased and his hips slammed against the sore spot left by his hand. He grabbed my hips and pulled me closer, allowing himself to be buried to the hilt.

  “Fuck, your cunt is so tight.” His fingers dug in my hip, as I was held captive by his hands. “I can feel it squeezing my cock. Fuck, sugar,” he said as he pulled my body against him to meet his thrust.

  I squeezed my eyes shut as a moan escaped my mouth that I could no longer hold. I needed to yell as the orgasm crashed over me, my body becoming rigid. My core gripped his shaft as the aftershocks tore through me and his rhythm became more intense, and eventually more erratic. He moaned and my body became limp, but I kept my ass in the air only because of his rock hard grip.

  His body twitched against me before he pulled out and collapsed on the bed. “Fuck,” he muttered.

  My body ached. Rolling over, I stretched out across the mattress and rested my arm across his body. Our labored breathing filled the air. My hand rose and fell with his chest as I gulped for air and tried to swallow the cotton taste from my mouth.

  Neither of us spoke as we lay there. City had been more than I could ever imagine. I liked being with him. He was easy to be around. He made me feel beautiful and wanted. I needed to turn my brain off and stop thinking of the reasons I should run away from him and enjoy our time together.

  I felt like I was in a dream world, half-awake as City rolled over and placed his arms around me. He kissed my face and whispered, “Night, beautiful,” in my ear.

  Family Headaches

  We spent a few nights together during the week, work took up our days and kept us apart, but the evening were filled with fucking her raw and leaving no doubt in her mind of my feelings toward her. Saturday she had a wedding to attend that she’d already RSVP’d to and couldn’t change.

  Locking up the shop, my phone chimed.

  Bear: Get your pussy ass over to the Cowboy. Where the fuck you been man?

  Suzy would be gone until around midnight and a drink with the guys was in order.

  Me: Headed that way asshole. Save me a seat and you better have a fucking cold beer waiting for me.

  Shoving the phone in my pocket, I climbed on the bike and headed toward the Neon Cowboy. Steam rose from the dampened streets as the tires parted the mist. The moonlight flashed through the trees lighting my path. The cool breeze felt good against my flesh as I barreled down the road to hang with my guys.

  Walking in the bar, I took in the familiar smell of smoke, the sound of the country guitar, and the murmur of the crowd and I realized how much I missed this place.

  “Yo,” Bear yelled, grabbing my attention. “I almost sent a search party looking for your ass,” he said as I approached table. Tank and the others laughed.

  “I’ve been busy, fucker.” A frosty glass sat waiting for me as I hoped it would be.

  “Busy nestled between that sweet blond ass, I assume,” Tank said as he twirled the beer bottle between his fingers.

  “You’re just jealous because you gotta pay for your pussy, shithead.”

  He shrugged, bringing the bottle to his lips. “Less complicated that way. I just wanna bust a nut without the cuddling and whining.”

  “You’re an asshole,” Frisco laughed, slapping Tank on the shoulder causing the bottle to move from his lips.

  “Fucker, you made me spill my beer.”

  Frisco covered hi
s mouth with his hand, as his eyes turned into small slits. We called him Frisco because he hails from sunny California and grew up in the San Francisco area. His features were unique, his Chinese mother and American father were both evident in his features. His eyes were almond shaped and dark, his hair its pin straight, cropped at the top, and coal black. He was taller than me and thin with a slight muscular build.

  “So, City, tell us about the lil’ woman? How are things going?” Bear asked changing the direction of the conversation.

  I leaned back in my chair and rested the beer against my knee. “Fucking perfect.”

  “You’re serious about this one?” He raised an eyebrow and studied me.

  Everyone at the table stopped, turning their attention to listen to my response. “Serious as a motherfuckin’ heart attack.” I sipped my beer, looking at their faces. Frisco smiled, Bear’s mouth hung open, and Tank scowled. “What?” I said moving the bottle from my lips.

  “Didn’t think I’d see the fucking day, dude,” Bear said with a sappy grin.

  “She’s too pretty to be with your loser ass,” Tank piped in before I could speak.

  “Fuck off, Tank.”

  “I’m happy for you, man. This calls for another round.” Tank raised his fingers to his lips and whistled. He was so crass, but the girl always ran when she heard him call. “Another round, sweet cheeks,” he said as he patted her on the bottom.

  “Hey City. Nice to finally have a gentleman back in here.” She winked at me before turning her attention back to Tank. “Anything for you, handsome?” she said running her fingers down the side of Tank’s face. He blushed as he placed his order.

  “You know your ass would give up this shithole for a piece of that every night,” I said to Tank as he watched her ass swaying in her daisy dukes as she walked toward the bar.

  “Won’t deny that shit,” he laughed before slapping the table roughly causing all the bottles to jump.

  We talked for hours about motorcycles, tattoos, women, and of course, the bar. The guys filled me in on the events of the last week. It was always the same old bullshit – bar fights, hook-ups, and booze. The town was so small that everyone knew each other’s business and word spread like wildfire.