A/N – I own nothing. My first shot at a sex scene sorta thing. It's explicit. It was a lot more explicit in my head, but I was seriously blushing while writing this so…yeah. I say again! This is not for the kiddies!
I woke up with the sun in my face and tried to roll over, only I couldn't because that bastard had forgotten to unlock the cuffs. Or maybe he had done it on purpose. Either way he was a bastard.
A hot kinky bastard who knew exactly how to make me scream.
The bed was a California king with a wrought iron frame that squeaked at the slightest movement. I looked around the sparse room, no bastard in sight. No keys either. But the prepaid was sitting on the night stand.
If I could just…Hah! If I had been cuffed any farther away we would have had a problem.
I flipped the phone open and dialed his number. It went to the machine, typical.
"Alex Trager you sonuvabitch you left me cuffed to the bed! You get over here and gimme the keys or so help me I will kill you in your sleep!"
If I had been one of the biker barbies he probably would have laughed and told me to call a locksmith. Lucky for both of us he knew I'd follow through on my threat.
Somehow, even with the sun and cuffs, I ended up falling back asleep.
I woke up to Tig climbing on top of me.
"Well good morning asshole, what took you so long?"
"Is that any way to talk to your old man?"
"You ain't my old man. You're my go to man. But I'm starting to think I should find another since you keep leaving me like this."
He grinned and buried his head between my breasts. That man loved my tits. I think it was the piercings that first caught his eye, he like pulling on them with my teeth. He ran his hands up and down my sides and just as he felt me relax he smacked my ass. Hard.
"You fucker! I swear to god Tig as soon as you let me out of these things-"
"See now threats like that are the reason I have to lock you up." I stuck my tongue out at him. Time for a different approach. I wrapped my legs around his torso and squeezed.
"Tigger, how are we gonna have any fun if I can't use my hands?" I felt him grin as he bit into my shoulder. I moaned, it hurt so fucking good.
"I'll manage just fine." He nudged my legs apart with his own and unzipped his jeans. In one hard swift motion he was inside me and I was mewling like a kitten. His kitten. I rolled my hips trying to get more friction but he pinned me down with his body.
"Tig please!"
"Please what?"
"Move!"
"Doesn't this feel good?"
I wanted to scream! It felt so good I was shaking but I needed more! I tried to buck my hips and growled in frustration. He pinched my ass and I yelped.
"Say you'll do it."
"Do what?" What in the hell was he talking about?
"Get the tattoo."
"No! I hate needles!" He grabbed one of the balls of my left nipple piercing and pulled. I cried out.
"Bullshit."
"That's different!" He bit harder. "Ooooow" It turned into a moan as he ground against me.
He released my nipple and moved up to my ear. "Say it." He rasped.
"No. I don't want it."
"Bah!" He slammed his fist against the mattress, making us both bounce. Heaven help me, I came. So did Tig, I don't think he had been expecting it either.
When it was over he stayed on top of me, breathing hard.
"Nothing personal Tigger, I just don't-"
"Shut up." He got up to his knees and I was suddenly cold. He reached into his pocket, grabbed the key and roughly unlocked the cuffs. I rolled my shoulders and sat up. I ended up looking straight at his cock, already hardening again. I reached my hand forward but Tig jerked me up by my hair and looked me in the eye. "What are we doin here Emily? You ain't a crow eater but you don't wanna be an old lady. So what is this?"
I stared at him. That was the most he'd ever said to me at once. I didn't know how to answer him. I was not and would never be a crow eater. I'm not into whoring myself and I don't need protection from anyone or anything. I didn't want him branding me either. It started six months ago, a friend, who was in fact a crow eater, dragged me to one of their parties. I was feeling frisky so I asked which one was the kinkiest. She got this shit eatin grin on her face and pointed to Tig. It took me about five minutes to get him upstairs and we never really stopped having sex in one way or another. Thank god for texting.
"It's sex Tig. Very consistent sex."
"Don't like the idea of other men touching you."
"Other men don't touch me. I don't let them."
"They don't touch you because they know I'm fucking you."
I scowled. Ok, so they weren't calling like the used to since I started…this.
"Either way. I don't need to be branded like a fucking cow to keep them off of me. Don't see why you want this so bad."
We sat in silence for a full minute when my regular cell phone rang. I turned to answer it but he jerked me back and answered it himself.
"Who the fuck is this?" Tig looked back at me, pissed. "Who the fuck is Eric?"
Shit. Eric was an over eager co worker who couldn't take a hint.
"Just a guy from work, it's no big deal."
"Why the fuck are you calling?" Tig smiled. Crap. Tig was smiling. "She's not interested. Don't call back." He tossed the phone across the room. "Eric wanted to know if you wanted to see a movie tonight." Tig brought my face up close to his. "You're getting the fucking tattoo. And if you keep saying no I'll fucking strap you to the chair and do it myself. Your choice."
I squeezed my thighs together. God I loved it when he was pissed. It made him rough.
"I'll think about it." Tig pulled my head back with one hand and with his other he grabbed my ass and pulled me flush against him. His cock pressed against my belly.
"Tuesday, Clubhouse, six. Do not be late." He pushed me back and zipped up his pants and left.
Fucker. I'm still horny.
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