A/N: Thank you all so much for reading. It fills my heart with joy to know that I can entertain others a little bit. By the way, this chapter gets bondagey, in case that weirds you out. Thank you again!

Part Two: Crime and Punishment

It was slightly after noon when I had finally left the apartment. Carrying a tray of large coffees from our favorite shop, I walked into the bar and was greeted by a still sleepy David leaning against the bar.

"Is that an angel coming to bring me caffeine? I thought coffee angels were just legends!"

I chuckled and smiled as I handed him his cup and pulled myself up onto a stool across from him.

"I still don't know why we open this early. We rarely have anyone in here this early and when we do…day drinkers just weird me out," he declared.

"Well I'm glad that there's no one in here but me to hear you say that. You don't want any angry day drunks coming after you." I took a small sip of my coffee. "So how was the rest of your night?"

His eyes widened slightly. "Those guys, they never sleep. Ever." His body gently shuddered. "Ever. You know me, I love my sleep. I had a great time, though. They told me a bunch of road stories. Seriously, El, you need to stop judging people by the way they look or talk. I'm telling you, they were nice guys, and really funny, too! I bet you would've loved them!"

"You're right. I should've given them a chance," I replied quietly, staring at my fingernail digging into the side of my cup. I could feel David's eyes boring a hole through my skull. There was a moment of awkward silence before I looked up at him. "Yes?"

"What happened to you last night?" he asked.

"What do you mean?" My eyes returned to the coffee cup.

"You're down here in the bar bringing me coffee minutes after we open. You're smiling, which is rare for you nowadays, and the biggest what the fuck of all, you just admitted to being wrong about judging people. So what the hell happened between last night and right now!?"

I could feel my face starting to feel flushed. The sensation in my cheeks made all of the thoughts from the previous night race through my head. I started to feel slightly dizzy, so I shook my head to right myself. "Nothing…" I took a sip of coffee, my eyes looking up and to the left in an obviously lying fashion.

David continued to stare at me in silence for about a minute, studying my face, trying to come up with an explanation for my apparently shockingly positive demeanor. He suddenly smacked his hand on the bar, his eyes wide, and a big foolish grin on his face.

"You fucking got laid! Finally! The reign of terror is over!" He leaned across the bar, grabbed my face with both hands, and planted a kiss on my lips. I almost slipped off of the stool in surprise. "Free drinks for everyone!"

"There's no one in here, but us, you idiot," I laughed.

"Exactly," he answered, winking. "Now tell me how did this happen? You were alone in the bar after I left. Did you get drunk and booty call someone?"

"A lady never tells, you pervert." I winked back at him and stood up to leave.

"That's a moot point because you're not a lady." I flipped him off behind my head and left.

I rubbed my sore eyes as I looked away from my laptop screen for a moment. For the past hour, I had been staring at the information for the show that night and arguing back and forth in my head about whether I should go or not. The show was about two hours away and the only tickets left were in the nosebleed sections. I suppose it didn't really matter where I was sitting. This was just a chance for me to see if wrestling would interest me again after all these years. Worst case scenario, it would get me away from my apartment for a while, which is something I really needed. Best case, I would rekindle an old passion and maybe if I was lucky, I'd see Jon again.

This last thought was stuck in my head like an obnoxiously catchy song. It was a lofty idea, but I couldn't shake it off. What did I really expect to happen? That I would show up and he would greet me with flowers? He doesn't know or probably actually care whether I go or not, and even if he did, why should he? I don't know him, he doesn't know me. We are two strangers who shared a fleeting moment of carnal lust before we went in separate directions. I'm not going to be naïve about it. We aren't magically a couple now. He probably doesn't even remember my name anymore, and that's fine. It was sex, nothing more. Wonderful, dirty sex that I couldn't stop thinking about.

I sighed and closed my laptop. I was going to do it. I would go. I already had the night off from work, so what could it hurt? I checked the time on my phone. I had enough time to stop downstairs and chat with David for a bit before I had to leave.

The bar had a decent amount of people inside grabbing a beer after work. I slid up to the bar and took a seat next to Larry.

"Lana, my dear, you look fantastic today! I really enjoy seeing you with a spring in your step," he complimented.

"Aww, thanks Larry, you big old softy."

He stared straight ahead and brought his pint up to his lips. "And if I wasn't mistaken, there was a little wiggle in your hips, as well?"

"I take it back, Larry. You're just a big old perv." I punched him in the arm as we both laughed together. I definitely felt the difference in my attitude. I felt happier than I had in months. As much as I didn't want to admit it, maybe a big part of my problem really was the fact that I just hadn't had sex in a long time. It sounded so cliché, but I suppose the concept of sexual frustration leaking out as general frustration and bitterness isn't so farfetched.

David suddenly noticed me sitting there, as he had been busy mixing some drinks for the other customers when I first came in. "Hey girl, it's your night off and you just can't stay away from here, can you? I figured you'd already be in your PJs and curled up in bed with some ice cream and whatever TV show you're currently into."

"Fuck you too, sweetie," I said while smiling playfully at him. "No, I'm actually going out tonight, for the first time in I can't remember when."

"Really? Where are you headed?" asked Larry.

"There's this wrestling show a few hours away. I used to watch it with my parents when I was a little girl. I figured I'd go see the show, just for fun. I had some time to kill before hitting the road, so I decided to hang out down here for a bit."

David had been watching me closely as I spoke. "That seems awfully spontaneous of you. I've known you for a while and you are a lot of things, but spontaneous is not one of them, even before the divorce. There's something more to this, isn't there? This has something to do with what you did last night."

My eyes wandered slightly up and to the left. "I don't know what you're talking about."

His eyes lit up and he leaned in close to me and whispered, "Did you fuck one of those wrestler guys last night?" My eyes briefly met his and with that look, he had his confirmation. He slammed both of his hands down onto the bar. "YES!" He threw his hands into the air triumphantly like he just won some imaginary game he was playing. His sudden erratic behavior drew the attention of the entire bar for a brief moment.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I asked.

"I'm just really happy for you. By any chance was it the one with shaggy dark blonde hair?"

I eyed him suspiciously. "How do you know that?"

He smiled back at me, mischievously. "I did a little bit of meddling."

My eyes darkened slightly. This conversation was starting to make me feel very uncomfortable. "What did you do, Dave?"

"Well, as much as I've tried to convince you to get back out there, you continue to stay shut in your apartment by yourself when you're not here at work. That's fine every once in a while, but day after day for months? I was seriously getting concerned. So I decided to play wingman for you. While I was talking to those three guys last night, they noticed how fucking miserable you looked. With everyone else around having a good time, you did stick out. I mean, you weren't trying to hide it or anything, but they brought it up, so I explained it to them."

I stared at him, stone faced, unblinking. "Explained what, Dave?"

"I told them about how you went through a weird divorce, but that it's been over half a year since then and you haven't dated or had sex since then, and that my theory for your constant irritated mood was that you were pretty hard up. So I half-jokingly through out there that I wish one of them would help you out, and that if they did, I'd pay for their tab. Two of them just laughed and said they were in relationships, but the blonde one said that he liked a challenge and he'd do it. I assumed he was just trying to get the free beer. I guess he actually went through with it and was able to pierce through your armor, and in more ways than one." He was still smiling as he finished his story. It seemed that he didn't find any of this to be an extreme breach of privacy, but I disagreed.

"Fuck you, Dave." I stood up and stormed out of the bar.

My head was flooded with a burning rage and I felt so lost at that moment. Going to the show was out of the question at this point. All I wanted to do was stay in my apartment, like I always did, and drink away everything from the past two days.

I glanced at the clock on the nightstand. 2:17 am. Really? Have I been sitting here on the bed for that long? I must've fallen into some trance-like state or maybe fallen asleep with my eyes open at some point. All I remember was storming upstairs, nearly kicking down my door in anger, and drinking all of the alcohol in the apartment.

It wasn't a lot of alcohol, really. It was just the remainders of several bottles that had been lingering around since the day after I was abandoned. The day after I lost faith in people. The day after I decided to not trust again. Well that had turned out to be a huge pile of horse shit, didn't it? I had allowed myself to trust David and now I just felt betrayed and alone again. Then again, maybe it was just that I had already trusted him from before the divorce and I hadn't wanted to sever that bond. I wanted to cling to it in the hope that it would help me feel normal again.

I sighed deeply. The cool air filling my lungs felt wonderful; like it was the first time I had taken a deep breath in ages. I had mostly come down from my tipsy high, but I was still feeling a bit fuzzy in the head. I fell back onto my bed and threw my arm over my eyes.

I awoke with a start when my phone vibrated in my pocket. 2:26 am. Why is someone texting me this late? Better question, who is texting me this late? I pulled it out and let out a noise of disgust. It was from David.

I know this won't do much for you right now, but I am really sorry for what I did. It was not my place to interfere with your personal life. I hope you can forgive me.

I sighed again. I knew I would. He knew I would too, eventually. I knew that he meant well with what he did. I knew that seeing me irritable and depressed bothered him and he was just attempting a Hail Mary pass in order to help me move on. It was still a huge invasion of my privacy. I could feel my anger stirring slightly below the surface again.

The phone vibrated once more.

Please also forgive me for what I just did right now.

I stared at the cryptic message, my slightly drunk brain unable to make any sense of what he could mean. "Idiot," I mumbled before tossing my phone to the floor.

A moment later, there was a knock on my door. I groaned at the sound. I mustered up the drive to pull myself up out of bed and stumble to the door. I reluctantly opened it and there he stood, leaning in the doorway, hands in the pockets of his jeans. That damn green eyed incubus.

"Hey," he quietly spoke.

"What the fuck are you doing here?' I asked. There was absolutely no logical reason why he would be here, right now, standing in front of me.

"I don't know. After the show was over, I had a lot time to kill before my flight home in the morning and I just felt compelled to come here. I just kind of follow my instincts, whether or not it makes sense." He nodded towards the apartment. "Mind if I come inside?"

"Ugh, fine, just so we don't wake any of my neighbors up."

"I'm pretty sure we woke them up last night," he softly mumbled.

I turned sharply and glared at him. "Excuse me?"

"Nothing, nothing," he laughed. He moved over to my bed and sat on the corner. "Man, you get awfully pissy late at night, don't you?"

I rolled my eyes at him. "So…what the fuck do you want? I was trying to sleep and you show up here, interrupting it, after 2am? You'd better have a damn good reason, guy."

He shrugged. "Dunno. I guess I kinda wanted to see you again before I left the area."

"Really? You really think I'm going to buy into that shit? Did someone challenge you again? To see if I'd fall for this bullshit two nights in a row? Did David fucking put you up to this? Is this what that fucking text meant? Jesus Christ!" I punched my hand against the wall and felt my knuckles crack. I knew it would hurt like a bitch later, but right now the adrenalin built up by my outrage was protecting me from the pain.

His eyes narrowed. "So you know about that, huh? He caved and told you?"

"Caved? He literally cheered and then happily told me the whole thing, apparently thinking I would be fucking grateful. Grateful for what exactly? To be tricked into fucking a stranger? And an awfully date-rapey stranger at that!"

"Hey, you could've said no, but…" he started to say before I pointed at him and lowered my voice to just above a whisper.

"Don't you fucking interrupt me, asshole." I began to slowly step toward him. "I have been in a very vulnerable place mentally and emotionally for what has felt like an eternity. I had my life all figured out and was comfortable and happy before it was all pulled out from under me by my ex-husband with zero warning."

"Look, I may have-"

I raised my voice back to its previous volume. "You'd have to be a fucking douchebag to play with someone like that. Are you a fucking douchebag, you stupid son of a bitch?" I was now standing directly in front of him. He slowly stood up from the bed and stretched to his full height. We stared each other down for a few seconds before he dropped his face down in front of mine. He spoke calmly and quietly.

"You're fucking crazy, and it's no wonder your husband left you."

Before my brain could fully let his words stab into my chest, my hand pulled away from my body and smacked him across the face as hard as it could. His eyes turned cold at my action and I felt a small shiver travel up my spine. I saw his hand raise and contort into a fist for a brief moment before he changed his mind.

I pulled my hand back to hit him again, but before I could, he grabbed my wrist and spun me around so that my arm was behind my back. He pushed me hard to the floor. He pulled my other arm from under me so that both hands were now pinned behind my back. He balanced his weight on my lower back to hold me down. I struggled to try to find a way out from under him, but I was obviously outmatched. He lowered his body down onto my back so that his mouth was right next to my ear.

"Listen bitch, nobody hits me like that and gets away with it. Do you have a fucking death wish right now?" His breath was warm and heavy on my ear. "You got one lucky shot in, but you're going to fucking pay for it." He shifted so that only one of his arms was holding mine behind my back. I could hear him start to undo his belt and pull it out from the loops. I felt him wrap his belt around my wrists, tighten it with the buckle, and tuck in the extra. My eyes widened with a mix of fear and confusion. I was alone with this mad man who easily overpowered me and I couldn't do anything about it. I wanted to scream, but for some reason, my body wouldn't let me. I then felt him grab my hands and press his pelvis into my palms. His cock was hard and throbbing through his jeans. Oh dear god.

He rubbed my hands up and down his cock and all of the memories of the previous night raced through my brain. All I could think of at that second was how amazing he had made me feel and how much I craved to feel that way again. I could feel myself starting to get wet and my head fell to the floor in defeat.

He pulled me up onto my knees and crouched in front of me. "Take your shirt off."

I scrunched my face into a grimace. "You're a fucking asshole!" He laughed at me and drew his thumb over my lips.

"I think we should do something about that naughty mouth of yours. It just keeps getting you into fucking trouble, doesn't it? Well if it doesn't know how to keep itself closed…" His voice trailed off as he stood up, unbuttoned his jeans and let them slide down his body to the floor. I realized that he hadn't worn any boxers as my eyes met the now familiar sight of his beautiful member. Had he planned for this ahead of time?

He grabbed my hair, tilted my head up, and gently rubbed the tip of his cock against my lips. I never would've thought that I would find something like this so unbelievably hot. I parted my lips slightly, hoping that he would slide himself inside of my mouth.

"Oh? What's this? Has the dominant bitch who smacked me moments ago become the submissive little slut? Do you want this? Is that what you're implying?"

I looked up at him, my eyes pleading ever so slightly. "Please don't make me beg. I really hate begging."

"I don't think you're in a position to make that request." He began to slowly rub his cock along the side of my face. "Fine. I won't make you beg for it. Instead, you're going to admit to me that you're a cock-hungry slut. I bet you can't wait to taste me, can you?"

I squirmed a bit at the truth of his words. I took a moment to debate about whether I should let go of my pride and say it or not. Truthfully, if I told him no and that I didn't want to play this game anymore, he would probably let me go. If he didn't, I was always in prime position to headbutt him in the balls. I locked my eyes on his cock again and I felt the fibers of my resistance dissolve. Fuck, I wanted to taste him so badly.

"I'm a dirty cock-starved slut and I want you to shove your dick down my throat."

He smiled a cocky grin and tightened the grip on my head. "I don't remember saying that you could ad-lib. But I'm okay with it." He pressed the tip to my lips and slowly pushed into my mouth. It felt excruciating as each inch slipped in, gently, carefully. His slow teasing was driving me mental. I tried saying "just shove it in already!" but it came out as a garbled mess.

Jon chuckled to himself. "What the fuck was that? Are you trying to speak? Didn't your mother ever teach you that it was rude to talk with your mouth full?" He gave a sharp thrust with his hips as the rest of him filled my mouth. I gagged a bit and he eased back. He gently stroked the back of my head and started to slowly fuck my mouth. I closed my eyes and focused on the feeling of him. It was such a strange case that I found myself in this position again. If this was a second challenge from David, or even one of his friends, right now, I didn't care. I'd probably loathe myself in the morning, but that wasn't anything new.

I let out a deep moan that made my mouth vibrate around him. He began to thrust faster. I wanted to grab his ass with my hands and dig my nails into it. Whenever he finally freed my hands, he was so going to get it from me. He dug his own nails into my scalp as he began to softly moan. He thrust deeply a few more times before he released down my throat. He held my head in place while he did so, which caused me to gag again. I thrashed about a bit and he let go of my head. I coughed and tried to regain my breath. I looked up at him, small drops of tears in the corner of my eyes from the gagging. He stared down at me, his breathing steady again, his eyes twisted like he was thinking of what to do next.

I felt that same sliver of fear creep up my spine again, staring into those eyes. A sick part of me wanted to know what was behind those eyes right now, like opening up Pandora's Box.

He grabbed me under the arms and dragged me to my feet. He pressed his forehead against mine and locked eyes with me. "…what?" I tried asking. As soon as the word exited my mouth, he covered it with his own mouth. I was caught by surprise and he almost literally stole my breath from me. He pulled back and looked at me again. "What was that for?" I asked.

He shook his head. "I really don't know. Like I said, I just follow my instincts. If something comes into my head, I do it."

"So what do your instincts say to do now?"

He bit his index finger and thought for a moment. A smile crept onto his face and he started to take my pants off. When he had completely stripped my bottom half, he stopped and glared at my chest. I realized I was still wearing my shirt, but the only way to take it off would be to untie my hands.

Jon's eyes lit up after a moment and he reached down into his pants and pulled out a switchblade. Yet again, that same fear appeared. He opened up the blade and ran the dull side along his tongue. I gritted my teeth. He looked so unbelievably sexy right then. "I never leave home without it," he explained with a sly wink.

He placed the tip of the blade against the side of my neck and very lightly traced downward. I closed my eyes and shuddered at how ticklish it felt. The next thing I knew, he was behind me and running the blade through my sleeves and down the back of the shirt, cutting it off of me. I let out a noise of resistance, but there wasn't really anything I could do.

Now I stood there completely naked, my nipples hardening from the cold against my skin. "Damn, you are a naughty girl, aren't you? Not even wearing a bra?" He clicked his tongue, scolding me, while he ran a finger across my chest.

"I was drinking alone in my apartment. Do you really expect me to wear…" He pressed a finger to my mouth, silencing me. He pulled his shirt off, tossed it in his hands, and smiled. With both of us standing there naked, I could feel my flesh starting to burn with nerves as the blood came to the surface. He paced around me once or twice before stopping behind me and wrapping his shirt around my head, covering my mouth. He tied it in the back and I let out an irritated, muffled scream.

He laughed cockily and grabbed a chair from my desk. "I have to say, I really like the sound of that." He dragged the chair across the floor to me, took me by the shoulder and pushed me into a corner of the room. I fell onto my knees, my head lightly tapping the wall. He placed the chair on the floor right behind me and sat down. I shifted around so that I was facing him and I began to feel very claustrophobic.

He sat there staring at me, silent, serious. His feet were propped up against the two walls. My heart began to race at how calm he looked. It felt very odd. For as intense as he had been earlier, why was he just sitting here now, barely moving except for the slow rise and fall of his chest as he breathed? What was churning inside of his head? I started to doubt if I really wanted to know. I felt so awkward and uncomfortable that I began to fidget.

I saw his cheeks round out as he smiled, clearly amused by my anxiety. He took his half-flaccid cock in his hand and began to stroke it. He ran his hand up and down softly as I watched it grow hard again. I stared at it, weirdly mesmerized with how the male body worked. After minutes of silence, he spoke.

"You never let me finish what I was saying earlier." Since I couldn't use my words to question him, I tried my best to convey my curiosity with my eyes and facial expression. "Earlier when you were berating me and waking up the whole fucking building, I had tried to explain to you my thoughts on that whole challenge thing that you were so obviously pissed off about. What I was trying to tell you was that I may have started off last night as a challenge to myself, as something to kill my boredom. I travel all over the country and, not trying to sound full of myself or anything, but I can get any fucking woman that I want. Bitch, they throw themselves at me. On any given night, I can bang whomever I want, any way I want. But sometimes, it gets dull. I find myself craving something else. You looked so pissed off and put out that we were even there at all. You noticed us, but didn't care. I found it hilarious. So when your friend put it out there that you 'needed it bad', his words, not mine, I took it upon myself to tackle that obstacle. When I came back, all I had intended to do was to get you to admit that you needed it, that you craved it, and then I was going to go back to the hotel." I let out a low growl. "Yeah, I know. It sounded funny to me at the time and I figured it might at least break you so that you would start going out and dating, which is really what your friend seemed to want. But for some reason, I found your comical frustration to be strangely exciting. I'm not sure why. Just different, I guess. I'm so used to girls hitting on me and almost literally trying to get into my pants that your resistance turned me on. So, when the part that I had challenged myself to was finished, I kept going and I fucked you, and bitch, you fucking loved it."

By this point, I realized that I had begun panting while he was talking. My arms tied up behind me, on my knees, panting, and looking up at him with slightly pleading eyes. If I hadn't felt like a slut before, I definitely did now, and I liked it.

"So that's that. If I untie you, you're not going to lash out at me again, are you? Will you believe me when I say that I came back here tonight not because of wanting to challenge myself, but because I did feel an urge to see you again?"

I nodded and spun around so that he could take the belt off of my wrists. He rose and picked me back up onto my feet. My knees buckled slightly after being on the floor. He traced a finger down one of my arms and I thought he was about to free me, but he suddenly hooked an arm around my neck and slid his other hand down the front of my body. "Did you really think I was going to let you go immediately? Your punishment isn't over, bitch, not by a long shot."

He picked me up and carried me to my bed. I was placed down on my back and he came down and lied next to me. He began to stroke my hair and run his fingers up and down my hip. It felt unsettlingly intimate given when we had done so far that night. He leaned in close and whispered, "You are not allowed to orgasm. If you do, I will leave you here like this and the only way to get out of it will be to go knock on one of your neighbors' doors, all naked and tied up like a whore." I looked into his eyes and could tell that he was just crazy enough to do it.

He got up to grab a condom and I watched him with hungry eyes as he rolled it over his shaft. He then crawled on top of me and spread my legs. The whole length of his hard cock pressed against the outside of my pussy and I whimpered. I felt helpless because I knew that I was not going to win this game. He trailed his tongue along my collarbone and his large hands slid up my torso, his mouth and hands meeting in the middle at my breasts. He took a nipple into his mouth, his teeth just barely grazing it. I tried to gasp at the sensation, but his t-shirt went into my mouth. His hips started to grind against me, causing the head of his cock to rub between my lips and teasingly, annoyingly, press at the entrance, but not slip inside. He knew exactly how to drive me mental. If my hands were free, I would claw the shit out of his back right now.

He noticed the frustration on my face and said, "I know what you really want, so I'm going to be a nice guy and give it to you." He plunged deep inside of me and my body tensed around him. Rolling his hips into mine, I let me head turn to the side and allowed the good feelings to wash over me. This is the feeling I had gnawing at my mind the entire day. The feeling that my body craved. I couldn't lie to myself that if I had gone to the show that evening, I would have wished that by chance we would've found each other and somehow ended up in a similar situation. But that's not how we ended up here. He came to me. He got in a rental and drove himself back here to be with me here at this moment. That blew my mind.

I could feel the tension building inside my body as he thrust slowly and deeply inside of me. I wanted to grab his shoulders and squeeze them to try to let some of the tension out, but of course my hands were now under me and starting to go numb. I converted that desire into noise and began to moan into his t-shirt.

"You like this, baby? You feel like you're about to cum?" I nodded my head slowly, almost feeling slightly ashamed. He nodded in response, pulled out of me, and stood up off the bed. I began to thrash around in anger. What the fuck did he think he was doing?

"I told you that you're not allowed to orgasm. The rules were simple, but I guess you just can't control yourself. So I had to intervene." He tapped his thumb on his lips as he was thinking. "Okay, change of rules. Since you're such a horny bitch that you can't help yourself from cumming, you give me a signal to stop when you get close. How about you shake your head as if you're saying no. If you don't let me know and you finish, that's when I leave you here. Deal?"

I nodded in agreement. I was right last night. He is a huge dick. I sighed into the t-shirt and watched him as he paced back and forth, waiting for something. Probably for me to calm down. For me, the waiting was torture. He probably reveled in it.

He stopped in front of me and grabbed my ankles, pulling my entire body towards the edge of the bed. He lifted my legs up with his arms hooked under my knees, causing my hips to rise up off the sheets. It put more of my weight on my smothered arms and felt rather uncomfortable, but a moment later I didn't notice because he thrust back into me, this time much faster and harder than before. He had this bizarre fire in his eyes that made him look like he wanted me to lose this game; like he would take a sick enjoyment out of my humiliation later on.

I couldn't stop my body from thrashing about as he fucked me. It was as if he knew exactly which buttons to press to get me off. How he knew this, I'm not sure. Perhaps he had a sixth sense about women. More than likely, it was probably just because he had been with so many and had figured out patterns to solve a woman's body like a Rubix cube. Cheeky son of a bitch.

I felt that same burning tension build inside of me, so I shook my head back and forth as hard as I could, just to try to make sure that he got the signal. He pulled himself out again and instead of dropping my legs, he slid me back up the bed and moved my legs around so that I was rolled over onto my stomach.

I heard him pull up the chair from before and sit down. What the hell was he doing? I continued to lay there on the bed, occasionally trying to shift around, for what felt like an eternity. Eventually, I heard him groan quietly and stand up from the seat. "I know you can't see yourself tied up like this…" I felt him get back onto the bed and lay his body on top of mine, that familiar warm breath on my neck. "…but you look so fucking sexy like this." Hearing those words come out of his mouth made my cheeks burn hotter than I ever thought possible.

He moved off of me and lifted my lower half up so that my knees were under me. I felt his warm hands dig into my hips as he slid his cock back inside of my pussy. His thrusts were slow and methodical again, which drove me crazy. I usually enjoyed slow sex like this because it allowed me to savor the sensations and the intimacy, but right now I was pent up to the point of spontaneously combusting and I wanted him to just fuck my brains out already.

I started trying to thrust my hips back into him so that he would maybe get the hint and move faster. I heard him snicker behind me. "Greedy, are we?" he teased before he granted my wish and moved his hips faster, tightening his grip on me. The sound of his flesh connecting with mine and my old bed creaking underneath our weight filled the room. I moaned so loudly into the t-shirt that I was glad it was there. I already must've disturbed my neighbors when I was screaming at him earlier; I didn't want to do it again. He quickened his pace as he heard me moaning; the faster he went, the louder I got. I pressed my face hard into the bed to try to further dampen the sounds that were escaping from my throat.

I heard him begin to moan as well. I could tell that he was beginning to get close himself. Would he stop and let himself cool down or would he just finish, untie me, and go catch his flight, leaving me a sexually frustrated mess?

That delicious orgasmic tension was building again inside of me. Tingling, burning, and running through my nerves from my fingers to my toes. I shook my head back and forth again, but he didn't stop. Did he not see me? I shook my head even harder, but he still kept thrusting away. I turned my head to the side and tried to yell at him through the t-shirt. I was on the brink of orgasm and he had apparently decided to cheat on his own rules? I felt myself panicking, my heart racing as I neared that final release.

He suddenly grabbed my shoulders and lifted me up so that my pinned arms were pressing against his chest. He wrapped an arm across my chest, his hand squeezing at one of my breasts. He brought his mouth to my ear and bit on the lobe. I couldn't hold it back anymore. My body seized up. Without warning, he used his other hand to pull his shirt down from my mouth as I came. Everything that he had built up inside of me escaped out of my throat as a loud, primal howl. I had been so used my sounds being muffled that I had lost all of my volume control.

"Mm…music to my ears," he whispered right before he let out a deep growl as he came.

He held me close to him like that for a moment. I gasped and tried to control my breathing. My heart slowly began to ease back to normal. It was eerily silent in the room. All there was now was the soft sound of our breath. The same feeling of romance and intimacy that I had experienced briefly the previous night returned to me. However this time, I suspected that it wasn't completely because I had forgotten the feeling of another person's body against me, but that part of it was directly because of him.

"Thank you," I muttered.

He pulled away from me and began to untie my wrists. "What was that for?"

"For breaking me down, I suppose. I had created a wall around myself, or I thought I had. It worked for a while. Then you come around with your damn sexy Trojan horse and I just let you in. I think that's why I was so upset about the challenge thing. It was so easy for you to charm your way inside that I felt like a fucking idiot when I found out that I was being set up."

He shifted around and looked me in the eyes, smiling warmly. "Nah, you're not an idiot. You're just human." He leaned in and gave me a gentle kiss on the cheek. It was an awkwardly sweet moment. "Besides, you're a woman, and women can't resist me." He winked and put his hands up as I tried to punch him in the arm.

He got up and started to put his clothes back on. "It'll be close, but I should still make my flight if I drive fast, which I always do anyway." He walked over to my cut up shirt and picked it up. "Do you still want this?" he laughed.

"You're an idiot," I said, laughing as well.

"Hey before I go, where's your phone?"

I got up and picked it up from the floor, handing it over to him. "Why do you want it?"

He took it and started typing. "I'm putting my number in here. Text me sometime. I'll let you know when we come back to the area and we can hook up again. If you're interested, that is."

"We'll see where I am when the time comes. I'm still not ready for a relationship right now, so I can see myself still being single for a while."

"That's cool. I don't really do relationships. I've tried before, but I always end up bored after a while and I just stop seeing them. It's all good though because being on the road all the time doesn't make it easy to have one anyway." He tossed the phone back at me. He had entered his number under the name "Asshole". I couldn't help but smile. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it. He looks a short drag and exhaled. "Well, I'll be seeing you then. Hopefully." He winked at me one last time as he left the apartment.

As sleep began to overtake me, I thought about what he had said. He gets bored in relationships. This bit of information gnawed at me. I knew very well why it did, but I fell asleep before I could focus on it any more.