I stared at the glass of wine in front of me for long moments, completely drowning in my thoughts, that I startled when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned to meet Mark's concerned smiles, "Penny for your thoughts."

I tried to smile at him and shrugged, "Nothing important."

He leaned at me and whispered, trying to make his voice audible despite the loud music around us, "I know it's about Kenneth. You're still thinking of the mind blowing sex he gave you the night before, aren't you?"

I smiled and shook my head, "I'm still sore., Mark. It was wonderful. How can I stop thinking about it?"

He shrugged, "This man is funny. He fucked you in his car, then left for a whole week to come back to the gym and fuck your body and brain for uninterrupted four hours, then leave again without even a phone number?"

I twisted my mouth, "You said it. It was mind blowing sex, for four hours. How can I concentrate and ask him about his number?"

I felt sudden chill in my body and sighed, "God. He made me cum six times that night. No man has ever done this to me."

He scanned my face and smiled, "You like him?"

My pussy clenched, "Of course I do. He did wonderful things to me. My body likes him. My cunt fell in love with his strong cock... and his fingers... and his tongue."

I shook my head, "The man is a sex goddess for god sake, despite his age."

Mark chuckled and his eyes moved past me, "Talking about sex goddess. Your sex slave is here."

I turned to look at where he was looking, and met Ivan's shining eyes. He was walking to us, with his bulge pushing desperately against his pants. I reflexively licked my lips and smiled. His smile widened and he came to stand between my bent knees, opening them wide to take his broad pelvis. I wore a fluffy skirt that night, so it raised smoothly to the reveal my slender thighs. He moved closer till I felt his hardness pressing against my velvet pants. I jolted at the sudden contact and he leaned to lick my ear, "Hello, sugar."

I moved my arms up on his back and giggled, "Hi, muscles."

He gave my cunt a deep rubbing with his bulge, "Ready to dance?"

I embraced his hips with my legs, in a silent agreement. and his hands moved beneath my skirt to capture my cheeks tightly, and he carried me to the dance floor.

I heard whistles and yells from different men, when we joined them. Ivan didn't let me down, and started dancing carrying me, with my arms around his neck and my legs around his hips. I felt many hands on my back and buttocks, but I didn't care. I was frustrated. That mysterious man with a hat does wonders to me, then he just walks away. And I already miss him. I miss what he did to me two days ago. How he fucked me eagerly as it was his last breath. I loved how his fingers kneaded my cheeks as he bounced into me. I didn't care about the marks he left on my skin. Actually I loved them. I saw them a precious memory of a wonderful night. I shivered when I felt hands sneaking to my crotch. I remembered his. I moaned when I finger slipped into my slick folds. I wished it was his. My walls clenched when I remembered how his fingers felt inside me. How it flicked against my sweet spot.

I looked at Ivan and frowned when I met his smug grin. For a moment I thought I would find my favorite green eyes. My favorite? Are they now?

I sensed Ivan's hands moving between our bodies, and knew what he intended to do. My heart skipped a beat. He's going to bang me now, and here. I tried to move my legs down, but he held them firmly and whispered to me, "Relax, tits. This going to be fun."

I swallowed. It wasn't the first time I got fucked in public. And even in the same arena, or by the same guy. But it felt different this time. Something has changed. Since I met Ken, Since I felt him inside me. I saw him tearing the foil with his teeth and struggling to sheath himself. My pussy trembled. I felt his head propping my opening lightly, and I squirmed. I held my breath for a moment trying to know if I really want this. Before that moment was over, I felt Ivan's hard cock invading me and I cried out. It was painful than ever. I wasn't ready for him, and he didn't take me easy. I closed my eyes tightly, and clenched my fists on his back. When he started to pump into me repeatedly, I felt my breathe leaving my chest with each thrust. I can't do this. I don't want this. He's not Kenneth. He doesn't feel like him. I looked at his face and knew this was wrong. He wasn't fucking me. He was unloading his merchandise. He was in hormonal and Adrenaline rush. He wasn't even with me. He was looking everywhere except at me. He even winked at a redhead that danced close to us, while he was inside me. He was showing his power, his abilities. It was a show more than a fuck. He was bragging. And I didn't want this. I want to be fucked by a man who wants me, not an asshole who wants just an orifice to plunge in. And that was it.

I lowered my legs down, and he immediately slipped out of me. I felt the air rushing into my lungs again, that it felt painful. He looked at me confused, but I struggled out of him embrace and turned to walk away from him and all men touching me.

I didn't hear what he said, I barely heard Mark when he rushed to me. All I saw was the man with a black fedora staring at me with a deep frown on his forehead. I froze for a moment. In that moment, he manged to take the distance between us in two wide steps.

I was in his embrace the next moment, and I heard his gentle and deep voice, "It's okay. I'm here. Let's get out of here."

I didn't argue as he pulled me with him out of the Diamond. He kept me in his arms until we reached his car. Dembe opened the back door for us, and he was driving away in a couple of seconds.

I felt Ken's hands rubbing my bare arms gently while my head rested on his chest. I didn't know I was crying until I felt his thumb wiping the tears of my face. I sighed and closed my eyes in relief.

I was surprised when I felt his warm lips brushing my forehead lightly. And suddenly it hit me. He saw it. He watched Ivan fucking me. I moaned in pain at the horrible thought, and moved away from him. He wouldn't want to be with me again after what he's seen. He saw another man fucking me in a very crowded place. He must despise me now. He must be disgusted.

I gasped when I felt his hand on my shoulder and heard his calm voice, "Angel, are you hurt?"

I turned to scowl at him, "How long have you been there?"

He cocked his head and asked, "Does it really matter, Angela?"

I shook my head and swallowed the lump in my throat, "Just tell me."

He sighed and looked at the dark road in front of us, "I've been there long enough, Angela."

I felt the air got trapped in my chest, and I closed my eyes in pain. I felt his hand gripping mine gently but firmly, and I heard his voice, "I know how you live, Angela. I know what you have been doing since you got your divorce."

I startled. I turned to look at him panicked, "How do you know about my divorce?"

He looked at me and curled his lower lip, 'oh that lip!', "Your gym is well known here, as well as you are. I only had to say your name, and I knew your whole story."

I swallowed, and looked past him, "There's no story. I married an asshole, found out that quite late and got divorced. End of story."

He held my chin to make me look at him, "He treated you bad? Did he hit you? He made fun of you and your body, didn't he?"

I felt a fist squeezing my heart, and I closed my eyes in pain, trying to hold my tears, "Please, I want to forget all about him. I wish I could erase those eight years of my life."

He cradled my face with his hands, "Open your eyes, Angel. You can't hide forever."

I opened my eyes confused and whispered frustrated, "What do you want from me?"

His thumb caressed my lower lip and I felt it was burning me, "I want you, Angie. I want you to be with me. Only me."

He lowered one hand to grab my mound through my skirt and whispered, "I want this to be mine. I don't want any other man to be inside you. Only me."

I felt confused. Why would he want that? If he want to fuck me like all other men, why the hell does he care if I fucked someone else?

As if he heard my thoughts. He pulled me to his lap and I straddled him, as he went on, "I'm a possessive man, Angel. When I'm with a woman, I want to make sure she doesn't fuck around, and she stays loyal to me, to my cock. I won't travel for work with my mind busy with whose she's messing with while I'm away."

That scared me. That didn't sound good. I swallowed and wondered, "You want a sex toy? A string toy with the string end in your hand. Or more accurately, around your dick. You want me to be your sex slave."

He shook his head, "That's not about bondage, my Angel. It's about exclusivity. You won't be my slave, Angie. I, on the other hand will worship your body. I'll cherish it. Like no one ever has done."

Why does this scare me this much? I have wanted this man since I felt his touch for the first time. I should be happy to hear those promises. Why am I afraid?

I had a deep breath and looked at Dembe wondering, "Where are we going?"

Ken cocked his head and smiled, "I'm taking you home. I think you need some rest."

I looked at him amazed, "How does he know the way to my home?"

He sighed, "I told you. People talks more than they should."

I nodded understanding what he meant and rested my hands on his chest, "Will you fuck me?"

He chuckled, "Absolutely not."

I feel rage rising into my chest, and I moved a hand lower between our bodies, "But I want you to."

He smiled, and I saw his hand moving to a button on the door and heard his deep voice, "I know."

I heard the dark glass moving between us and Dembe and I wondered bitterly, "You don't want me?!"

His eyebrows furrowed and he shook his head, "Oh, I want you more than you can imagine, my angel."

I felt my chest rising and falling with his seductive voice that lowered dangerously, "I want you more than I ever wanted any woman."

His hands moved to my breasts and he captured them firmly, "I want to be buried deeply inside you... for hours. I want you sore. I want you so full of my cum, that you continue dripping it for hours after I'm out of it."

I felt the fire building inside me and I moaned, "Kenneth, please."

He moved his hand rapidly to move my blouse over my head and unclasp my bra. In a couple of seconds, I was bare from waist up, in front of his hungry eyes. I felt the cold air of the air conditioner on my nipples and they stood hard. My body shivered of excitement, and he licked his lips, "Oh, my angel. You're so fucking beautiful."

My back arched when he attacked one nipple with his hungry mouth, while my other one was tortured between his fingers. He licked, sucked, and bit me, sending jolts of fire to my trembling core. I writhed on his lap, and closed my eyes tightly, "Oh my god. Ken, please. Fuck me."

He ignored my begging, and continued devouring my tits with his clever mouth and strong hand. I needed him badly. I needed to feel his hard cock taking advantage of my writhing vagina. I needed him to punish my cervix with his broad head hammering hard onto it. I needed to feel his cum filling me and dripping between my quivering thighs.

I moved one hand to his belt and felt how hard he was inside his suit pants. His free hand captured mine fast, and moved it away from his crotch. I opened my eyes and looked at him confused. He raised his head off my breast and moved it to my neck whispering, "I told you, I won't fuck you."

I pressed my cunt against his hardness, "Please, I need to come."

His both hands now were on my tits teasing them, while he whispered, "I know. And I'm going to make you come. Hard. But not with my cock. Just close your eyes, and feel my hands. Listen to my voice. And you will come sooner than you think."

I listened to him. I know he can make me come only with his voice. He did it once. My first orgasm with him was elicited by his voice. But I couldn't help feeling pained because he didn't want to penetrate me. I whispered, "Why? Why not your cock?"

I felt his hot breath on my skin, "You know why. There was another cock inside this tight cunt a few minutes ago. I want to be the only man fucking you, Angie."

I swallowed, then gasped when one hand captured my pussy hard and kneaded it as he went on, "If you want me inside you again, you will keep your cunt only for me."

I writhed at the painful pleasure that I felt inside my core, "Yes. I want you again and again."

His hand squeezed harder, "No one will ever touch you again. All your orgasms will belong to me. You will never touch yourself, even if you were thinking of me."

I couldn't help the continuous moaning as I felt my walls clenching and releasing with his voice and his torturing to my nipple and covered pussy. He hissed, "I'll drop you home, and you will go straight to take a shower. You will wash your cunt, wash your canal. Erase all the tiny scratches caused by any one before me. You understand?"

I cried, "Yes. Yes, I will."

I felt his finger lingering deeply on my slit, "It won't matter how long I'm away. Your cunt will stay loyal to my cock."

I felt my whole body trembling, "Yes, please, I'm close... please. ...make me cum."

I felt his face moving down to my breast, "With pleasure, angel."

And in one moment, his teeth clenched tightly on one nipple, his tongue brushed it. One hand squeezed the other nipple and his other hand ground my swollen clit mercilessly. It was too much stimuli, and I screamed with the wildest orgasm I've ever had. My body convulsed on his lap, but he didn't move his hands. He let me ride my orgasm till the last wave subsided.

I didn't know how long my orgasm continued, but when I opened my eyes, I found myself in his embrace, with my head rested on his chest. I raised tired eyes to him and met his kind smile. I smiled lazily and he spoke quietly, "You're home."

I turned only my eyes to look through the tinted window, My building was there staring back at me. I sighed. I didn't know if I would be able to walk to there, but he spoke, and I figured out this man must have the ability to read my mind, "Dembe will walk you into your house."

I moved my head slowly off his chest and smiled, "Thank you. For this, and for being there for me. For everything."

He kissed my lips softly, "You're always welcome, Angel."

I moved off his lap, when the door was opened. I stopped, before my heels touch the ground at his voice,"Wait for me, Angela. I'll be back."

I swallowed. Why does sound like a potential goodbye? Is he traveling abroad? I didn't know how to reply, so I nodded, and took Dembe's hand walking away from the man that turned my life upside down.

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I stood amazed when I found Mark sitting on my couch. He raised his worried eyes to me, "What took you so long?"

I sighed and moved to sit beside him, "I was with Ken. I think we didn't drive straight home. How long have you been here?"

He nodded to my purse on the tea table, "I came here immediately after you left. I brought your purse and phone."

I nodded, "Thank you, Mark."

He moved closer to me and embraced my shoulders with An arm, "Are you okay, sis.?"

I leaned my head to his shoulder, "I'm fine now. Kenneth took care of me."

He kissed the tip of my head, "What was that about, Angel? What happened with Ivan that made you run?"

I sighed and bent my legs beneath me, "I don't know, Mark. I couldn't bear his touch."

He looked down at me, "You always loved what Ivan did to you, Angie."

A tear ran down my cheek, "I know. But this time, when I felt him inside me. It was different. I felt like I was burning. I remembered how Ken felt and I just... I couldn't bear another man touching me."

He moved his body to study me, "It seems the old man ruined you for other men, baby."

I closed my eyes to avoid him, "The old man has just asked me to be monogamous."

I felt his sudden movement on the couch as he asked excited, "Did he? Is it serious?"

I opened my eyes and twisted my mouth, "I don't know. I don't care. I don't feel like being shared anymore."

He looked shocked, "This man is changing you, Angela. Are you falling for him, or what?"

I got up and walked to the kitchen, "Falling for him is a big word, Mark. I can't deny I like him. I like being with him. He makes wonders to me. I even miss him. But falling for him?! You've gone so far."

He took a bottle of beer from me and shrugged, "Maybe. I'm just worried about you. You're my dearest friend. You know nothing about the man. And you seem okay with changing for him. I'm glad you think about stopping your shit with men. But you need to be careful. I don't want you to end heartbroken again."

I knew what he was talking about. I nodded trying to assure him, although I was unsure myself.

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I was glad it was Saturday night. I didn't have to go to the gym next day. I wasn't ready to face Ivan and everyone yet. I didn't know how I would explain what happened. Or how I would treat them from now on. On Monday, I went early to work and Mark told me Ivan had already talked to him and Mark told him I was in a bad mood due to some problems with my ex. I thanked him and tried to go through my day at the gym normally.

In the evening, Mark asked me if I was going to the Diamond, but I said I needed to stop going there frequently to be able to keep my word to Ken.

When I went home, I brought the leftovers out of my refrigerator and put them in the microwave till I change my work outfit. I opened the TV, and it was some news channel. I didn't pay much attention to the news, but when I saw the familiar face on the screen, my heart fell to my feet and I turned the volume up. It was Kenneth on the breaking news with a title of arresting a most wanted criminal, Raymond Reddington.

I frowned not believing my eyes. I even approached the TV to make sure. And there was no mistake. This is Kenneth. I got involved with number four on the most wanted criminal list of the FBI.

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foo armando, Thank you :) I hope things are getting clearer with this chapter. It's mostly about Red having wild sex we all carve, with a woman close to his age, but things might change after what she finds out.

I apologize for all mistakes. Thank you for reading.