"I don't know what to do, Frankie," she said as she ate another spoonful of her favorite ice cream. "Take him serious and risk having my heart broken again. Or let it go before something that could be real even develops."

"Does this guy know you like him?" Franklin asked as he pulled the strings on his boots to untie them. "I mean, have you been giving any hints?"

"Well," she said slowly. "I kind of... slept with him."

"You slept with him?" he repeated, wanting to jump off the couch. "You slept with some random dude that you don't really know. Kar, are you crazy?"

She snorted. "If I was crazy, I'd go for it."

"Girl, you got to be careful. You know how many crazy motherfuckers there are around here?"

"Believe me, I know."

Just then, a knocking on the door caught her attention. Placing the ice cream container on the coffee table, she stood to answer the door, expecting to see the usual delivery man with the Chinese food she and Franklin ordered not long ago. Instead, she was greeted by the sarcastic face of Trevor, the anticipated fast food clutched in his hand.

"Looking for this?" he asked sardonically. "This is a lot of food for one little girl such as yourself. Would we happen to have any guests over?"

His words slowed dramatically, and she didn't even bother stopping her eyes from rolling as she took the food from him and walked away from the door. Trevor took to letting himself in, missing the fact that their mutual friend Franklin was sitting on the couch, his eyes following the sway of Karen's hips. It wasn't until Franklin looked up, nodding his head and waving at Trevor did he even notice the young man.

"Hey, Trev," Franklin said, turning to look at the food Karen was placing out on the coffee table. "How you doing, man? Care to join us? We ordered plenty."

"Yeah, I saw the bill," Trevor said, which earned him a narrowed look from Karen.

"Did you pay?" she asked, more malice in her voice than she wanted.

"Yes, I paid. Do you think I would try and steal from one of the only places that will still deliver to me?"

Walking over to the kitchen table near the front door where her wallet was inside of her leather bag, she turned to him. "How much was it?"

"I'm not taking your money," he said bluntly.

Taking out two twenty dollar bills, she folded them in half. "Here, forty should do it."

Trevor placed his hand over hers, pushing it away. "I said, I'm not taking your money. Put your money back into your little bag and sit down."

He walked over to the couch where Karen was previously sitting, looking over his shoulder at where she still stood next to the kitchen table. With a grin on his face, he patted the cushion beside him.

"Yeah, come on and eat, Kar," Franklin said, completely oblivious to the tension between his two friends. "Dig in, Trevor. Not literally, but yeah, man."

Before Karen took her seat, Trevor insisting that she sit right next to him, she grabbed a few forks and spoons from the kitchen.

"I don't like the little plastic spoons," she said gruffly before joining them to dinner.

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By the time they were done, the food was mostly gone, Karen telling Franklin that he could take the rest of it home. But he politely declined, saying that he didn't want the hassle. Karen then turned to offer Trevor, but seeing as to how he lived literally fifty steps away from her own house, she rendered it pointless. She noticed that Trevor would blankly stare at her from time to time in the couple of hours the three spent eating and watching television shows, and wondered what he was thinking.

She pushed wanting to know his thoughts out of her mind. She couldn't possibly figure him out for real, and whether she wanted to put up the facade of knowing his deal, it didn't make much of a difference when it came to Trevor. His thoughts were a mystery, and his actions actually spoke for themselves. Even with her own history, she didn't want to believe half of things she had heard Trevor did.

She saw Franklin to his car, not even thinking that when she crossed the short distance of the yard that was mostly dusty sand and dirt, to back inside the one bedroom house, that she would see Trevor standing in her kitchen. He had his hands in his pockets, and he stood like a pile of bricks. Completely still and non-expressive. It nearly scared her, but she ignored it as she maneuvered around him to grab a kitchen towel.

"I'm probably just going to watch the rest of this show and then go to bed," she told him as though he were acting like a normal human being, and she proceeded to wipe off the coffee table.

But this was Trevor... He was never normal. Approaching her, he took the cloth out of her hand and tossed it down on the table.

"You think I'm just going to be alright with you arguing with me? And then you think I'm alright with the fact that Franklin was over here and I didn't even know?"

"He's my friend," she said defiantly. "I can have friends over if I want."

"Ah, ah," he said, taking hold of her hands. "Not when it's a guy, and especially not when I'm not aware of it."

"You don't need to know about everything I do."

Trevor let out a sarcastic laugh. "You're cute, Karen. Really cute. Now get to the bedroom and take off your clothes."

Her head tilted in curiosity. Did he really just say that to her?

"I don't know what you think this is, but I'm not one of your little barbie dolls that you can run through and ignore afterward."

He caught her by the wrist as she began to lean over to grab the towel again. "You think I'm joking? You think that the entire time you were eating dinner and watching some mindless show, that I didn't want to drag you to the bed and have my way with you?"

"I'm not your plaything, Trevor."

"I don't want you to be," he quickly retorted. "I want you to be my woman."

Her eyes focused on his, squinting in uncertainty. She opened her mouth as if to say something, but thought better of saying anything.

"That's what I thought," he said with a finality. "Now be a good girl and do as I ask."

Leaving the kitchen cloth where it lay on the coffee table, she decided to humor him. If nothing else, she could at least get a good time out of him. Because surely, he'd never give up all the other legs that would spread for him just for her. She thought she was mediocre at best compared to the pretty girls at the club, much less anywhere else.

Trevor followed her into the bedroom, his eyes glued to the bottom that he couldn't wait to lay his hands on. Karen might not believe that he was sincere in his words, but she would remember what it was like to be disciplined by him. He watched as she removed her clothing, seemingly at a painstakingly slow pace. The anticipation building up in Trevor at simply seeing her naked flesh again made his chest hurt with a thump. And just as she lowered the purple panties she wore, she looked up at him, eyes smoldering with desire.

Her gorgeous face alone was enough for him. Her sensual eyes, her plump lips that parted slightly, allowing her pink tongue to moisten her upper lip. It was more than enough to make his cock throb with need. But she did something unexpected, something that made him feel justified in thinking that she was the one for him.

She knelt down by the corner of the bed, placing her hands together behind her back. Her hair dark brown hair was framed around around her face, and she looked up at him, waiting for his next order.

"Oh, my God," he said as he looked at her. "If this isn't right, I don't want to know that it's wrong." Taking off his shirt, he stood before her, marveling once more over her beauty. "Undo my pants."

She obeyed, her nimble fingers swiftly pushing the metal button through the loop on his jeans. He smiled, then did the rest himself. Grasping her chin with his fingers, he could see her eyes finding their way to the part of his anatomy swaying between his legs.

"Are you going to do anything I tell you to do?" he asked her, making her eyes shift back up to his.

"Yes," she simply said.

"Yes what?"

"Yes, sir," she corrected, her eyes traveling down again. He wasn't built with huge, bulking muscles, but he did it for her. She didn't like muscle-heads anyway. She needed someone with sharp thinking to get through tough situations.

"What are you thinking about, my sweet?" he asked, breaking her thought process.

"You," she answered truthfully.

"Oh yeah? Could you possibly be thinking of putting my cock in that sweet, delicious mouth of yours?"

She didn't have to reply as he pushed himself in front of her.

"Lick it until it gets hard," he told her, nearly jumping at the electricity of her tongue on him. She licked from the tip to the base, the blood rushing to his cock making it hard almost instantly. Her tongue continued to lick over it, sliding up the shaft until he pulled away. It took all of his control not to shove his dick in her mouth. He wanted to savor this as much as possible.

Karen braced herself as Trevor weaved his fingers through her hair, gathering a fist full of it before directing his cock back to her mouth. Entering her warm, moist mouth was like nothing he ever experienced before. He had tested the mouths of many girls, and none of them compared to this. He tossed his head back as she took more of him into her mouth, feeling the swirl of her tongue massage the underside of his shaft.

Only after a few minutes, he had to stop her before he shot his seed down the back of her throat, and as much as he wanted to do that as well, he would save that for another night. Tonight, Karen would learn a few rules about their relationship. With hesitation, he pulled her off, gripping her arm to pull her to her feet.

"On the bed, on all fours," he commanded. "Ass up, chest down."

He groaned inwardly when she did exactly as he said, the perfection before him making him more happy than he had ever been in his life. Her pussy glistened with her arousal, and there was only one thing that could possibly make him momentarily overlook the warm hole that made him feel like he belonged to her – the rounded cheeks that begged to be slapped. He couldn't stop himself from doing it, the sharp smack that his hand made on her cheek echoing throughout the room.

The stinging sensation caused her to cry out, and she felt his hand rubbing over the area, soothing it.

"This," he said, still rubbing the tender flesh, "is for arguing with me." His hand raised up again, coming down with a vengeance with another strike. "If I say I'm going to pay, then I will pay. No pouting. No crying. There is no arguing with me." Another harsh slap. "Understood?"

Karen moaned, arching her back up as she spread her arms out to grasp onto the bedding. "Yes!"

"Good," he said, tracing his fingertip around the other plump ass cheek of hers.

He let a quiet moment pass, listening to Karen's labored breath, taking in the fact that she was his tonight, before landing a full-fledged slap down to her bottom. She cried out again, this time Trevor able to hear the struggle in her voice. He could hear she was battling the urge to shed real tears, the waver in her tone unmistakable. She was trying her best to keep it in. An ounce of sorrow washed through him over the pain she felt, even as he landed a few more strong slaps to her cheeks, but he would make her feel good after she took her punishment.

With one more smack, he studied his handiwork. Her flesh had turned a crimson red, and he was profoundly satisfied with himself.

"That," he said shifting around behind her, "was for being in another man's company without me and without me knowing."

She pressed her mouth into the blanket, muffling the scream she let out as the pain numbed her body. All she could feel was tingling and the buzzing that surrounded the inflamed area. There was no way she would be able to sit properly in the morning. She didn't have another minute to think about the pain before she felt the warmth of Trevor's body against her thighs. He guided himself into her, filling her quickly and completely. He stilled for a second when she launched forward, but held her close to him.

"Oh God, Trevor!" she shouted, supporting herself on her arms, her hands digging into the fabric beneath them.

He took the opportunity to grab a fistful of her hair again, pulling it just hard enough to make her scream accompanied with each hard thrust into her body. He didn't want this to end. Karen giving herself to him, without question, and having her total trust. It wasn't easy for someone to allow a person to do what he had done to her tonight. Refusing his mind to delve into deeper thoughts, he concentrated solely on Karen's body and pounding into her so relentlessly, it wasn't long before he felt her body shaking uncontrollably.

She reached her arm back, grabbing onto his ass as she squeezed around him. Yanking back on her hair one last time, he jolted and came hard within her. He released her hair, allowing her to swing her head, making her hair toss to one side. She looked back over her shoulder at him, and he could see she felt thoroughly used. Had it been anyone else, Trevor would have left their bedside by now, fully dressed and on his way out the door. But with Karen, his sweet, loving Karen, he grabbed a hold of her hips and pulled her down to lay beside him.