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  In a deep voice, she carefully enunciated, “You don’t talk to me like that. Do you hear me?” By the end, she was almost shouting and her fingers dug into his ears even deeper. He didn’t answer, couldn’t answer as he fought for air through his pain. On their knees, she had him level with her chest, and Eric wondered that he had no hard on now as her nipples strained against the thin, silky fabric and stared him in the face.

  Without thinking, he shoved his face to her breast and sucked her nipple into his mouth. He bit down as hard as he could. With a scream, Faith released his ears and Eric wrestled her to the ground. He sprawled on top of her, his hands still holding her wrists, and her nipple still between his teeth. He pinned her wrists to the damp boards of the deck, stretching her arms above her head, keeping them as far away from him as possible. Her breath came in short bursts as she strained against him and he bit harder until her struggling stopped. When tears filled her eyes, he released his bite.

  “You son of a bitch, what the fuck?” she spit, fighting for air. “I swear I’m gonna kill you!” She wiggled under his weight, trying to free herself. As she squirmed, Eric felt his cock move, even though his ears still burned and throbbed.

  ‘Good luck with that, Faith. You don’t seem to be in a position to do much of anything.”

  Her eyes were dark with rage as she struggled to catch her breath. “You can’t keep me here all day; eventually, you have to let me up, and when you do…”

  “You’ll do what?” he cut her off. “Trust me— I’m not letting you up until I’m sure it’s safe. I’ve got all day to lay here if I have to.” His dick was rock hard, and he knew she could feel it, especially when she writhed under his weight. Eric lifted himself slightly to find a more comfortable position, and although nearly imperceptible, she raised her hips with him. Glancing down, he saw her nipples hardened against the black slip, and he licked his lips.

  “Yep,” he continued to look at her breasts, “I could entertain myself all day, right here.” Her body trembled. Hatred flashed in her eyes, and he hoped she saw the same feeling reflected back, despite his erection. After the way she tortured his ears, he decided a little torturing of his own might be justifiable.

  He looked back to her nipples and chose the one he hadn’t bitten so viciously. Through the material, he gently circled it with his tongue. Faith gasped, and when he looked at her, there was confusion in her expression. He returned to her nipple, lightly licking it again, sucking it into his mouth. A moan escaped her lips as he flicked it with his tongue.

  “Eric, you don’t want to go there buddy. Not a good idea,” she said, her voice still venomous.

  “Don’t I?” he asked. Using his teeth, he pulled the top of her slip down to reveal her breast and one very erect nipple. “I’m pretty sure I do,” he said as he pulled the stiff bud into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue. This time, he could definitely feel her hips rise as she tried to stifle a moan. He released it and moved to the other side, pulling at the material with his teeth again. Her other nipple remained swollen from his abuse, so he gently made a ring around it with the tip of his tongue. Remembering what made him bite it in the first place, he sucked it into his mouth hard, creating as much pressure on it as he could without biting it again.

  Faith cried out in pain, and tears came to her eyes, so he released it. “God damn you Eric, I swear, you are going down. I’ll kick your ass myself!”

  “Still think you have some kind of power here, don’t you?” he said in a nasty tone, his pulse rate increasing. He could feel it from his throbbing cock clear up to his aching ears. “Sluts don’t have power. They give it away every time they fuck someone.” Slut or not, he was beyond turned-on and wanted her, now. He took both her wrists in one hand, keeping them pinned to the ground, and brought his other hand down to the bottom of her slip. Feeling around for the hem, he slipped his hand underneath and slowly slid it up her leg. He found nothing but smooth skin as far up as her hip.

  “Just as I figured, sluts don’t wear panties, either.”

  Through her teeth, barely able to control the danger in her voice, she said, “I’m at home, and I was alone. I didn’t think there’d be anyone checking!”

  Eric ran his hand up and back down her leg, lifting his weight off her to access her inner thigh. “I bet your pussy’s wet too, just like a slut’s.”

  She opened her mouth to protest, but his hand found its mark, and he slowly ran a finger up her flooded slit. Her mouth remained open, but no words came out. He stopped when he reached her clit, and he could feel her tremble and her hips rise when he circled it with his finger. He pulled her nipple back into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it to match his finger circling her clit. When he flicked the bud of her nipple with his tongue, he let his finger brush across her swollen clit, making her gasp and thrust her hips.

  As he pierced her with his finger, he said, “Yeah, just what I thought; soaking wet.” To him, she felt like heaven.

  Faith shook her head at him, and her voice shook the same way, “You are so going down when this is over.”

  “Am I going down, Faith?’ he asked, pushing a second finger inside as he rubbed her clit with his thumb.

  She was nearly panting, “Yes, yes you are.” Her face flushed and her eyes went from a burning fire to a smoldering haze, struggling to keep their focus.

  Eric removed his fingers and brought them to his mouth. He stuck them between his lips and slowly sucked them clean. “I don’t think I can wait that long.” Goosebumps spread across her flesh and fire returned to her eyes, but the flame was one of desire and need.

  In a flurry of movement, he released her arms and legs, put his hands under her hips while rising to his knees, and lifted her up until only her head and shoulders were on the ground and her cunt was in his face. She cried out in surprise, as her legs kicked in the air, not sure where to go. Her slip fell and gathered above her breasts.

  “Oh my God Eric, what the hell are you doing?”

  He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her against him to hold her up, and with his other hand, he spread her folds. Eric’s mouth watered as the musky scent of her desire filled his senses and made him dizzy.

  “I’m going down.” His brain told him to stop and leave her there, but his lust cried louder, so he buried his tongue in her pussy, the taste and texture of her silencing the part of him that warned him to run. Faith’s eyes fluttered and closed, the fight in her draining away.

  Slowly, his tongue travelled up one side of her slit, and then lazily circled her clit. As he sucked her labia into his mouth, Faith cried out and finally draped her legs over his shoulders. More juices rushed to the surface to urge him on, and Eric lapped them, careful not to make direct contact with her swelling bud. He teased her, and she moaned as he ran his tongue up the other side and again, circled her clit.

  Now that her hands were free, Faith reached up and entwined her fingers through his hair, clenching it into her hands. Eric was slightly shocked, afraid the battle would begin again, with her pulling his hair out, but with her firm grip, she pushed his head against her and dug her heels into his back.

  He continued to tease her as she softly moaned, circumnavigating her opening with his tongue, then back up to barely brush her clit.

  “Ah! Oh God, please,” she cried, and her whole body jerked in spasms.

  Eric thrust his finger inside her, then two, as deep as he could. He felt her muscles contract around him as his tongue found her bud and he pushed against it, sucked it between his teeth, and ran his tongue over it again and again as Faith writhed in pleasure. He continued to sink his fingers into her, massaging her g-spot, licking and sucking her clit until she released his head and slapped her hands to the ground on either side of her.

  “Oh! Oh my God! I’m gonna come!”

  The surprise in her voice made him wonder if it was her first time, so he worked harder, until she screamed in ecstasy and juice gushed around his fingers. Her fists pounded t
he ground and her thighs locked around his head as he ran his tongue up her slit, sucking and licking all of the come her orgasm produced. He’d never tasted anything like her— it was intoxicating. Wanting more, Eric continued to suck and lick her clit between his lips until he felt her come again. While her body wracked in spasms of pleasure, he savored every drop her pussy squeezed out for him.

  He eased her trembling hips to the ground and quickly removed his clothes before she could recover. Eric didn’t want to take the chance of her running before he got his turn. He kept his mouth shut, not trusting what he might say. At this point, the last thing he wanted to do was piss her off again, although, considering the state she was in, he didn’t think anything he said would have any effect. As he removed his shirt and jeans, Faith squeezed her legs together and twisted her hips from side to side, still riding the remaining waves of her orgasms.

  Eric lay over the top of her and squeezed his knee between her legs. When she opened them slightly, he slipped his other knee in, and then using them both, he spread her legs wide. She tried to meet his gaze, but he could tell she was only now regaining her focus and he couldn’t read her expression. He reached down and ran his finger up her slit as it quickly flooded once again. Finding her still swollen clit, he brushed it and flicked it with his finger until she cried out. He licked her jaw line, stopping to nip at her chin, and continued on to her ear. He took her lobe into his mouth and tugged it gently with his lips.

  Still moaning and gasping, Faith reached down and dug her nails into his ass. Taking it as a signal, he ran his dick up and down her pussy and then eased just the tip into her opening. He was so hard; nothing could have stopped him from fucking her right then. No one ever turned him on the way she did, and if the earth swallowed them up at that moment, he still would have found a way to bury his cock inside this woman.

  Her mouth opened to gasp for air as he pulled the head out of her pussy, and he leaned down and bit her lip as he impaled her with the full length of his dick. She cried out as his flesh slammed against hers, her eyes widened and then squeezed shut.

  “Ah, God you feel good,” he groaned, unable to stop himself. He didn’t want her to know how much he was enjoying this, or how incredible it felt to be inside her. Deciding it was best to keep his mouth busy, he bent his head down and sucked one of her peaked nipples between his lips. Her walls tightened and pulled him in deeper with each stroke.

  Arching her back, Faith wrapped her legs around him and squeezed him, driving him in, pulling him to her with every thrust. Releasing her swollen nipple, he took her chin between his lips, flicking his tongue back and forth, then moved to her earlobe. He released it as her moaning grew more fervent, and he watched her eyes lose their focus and roll back into her head. She squeezed them shut and cried out.

  He took her hands and pinned them to the deck above her head once again as his own climax closed in on him. While the walls of her pussy contracted around his shaft, his head filled with bright explosions of light, keeping time with his racing heartbeat. When Faith screamed out, he covered her mouth with his own, not in a kiss, but to breath in the energy of her orgasm. As her cries of passion entered his body, he couldn’t contain his own voice, a loud moan escaped as an unfamiliar tidal wave of sensations overcame him. He’d never come so hard in his life— it felt like he might actually pass out.

  The last of his seed escaped, and Eric’s mind reeled. He collapsed onto her in exhaustion. They lay there, each trying to recover from the explosion of energy they just created. At last, Eric rolled off of her and onto the deck. His thoughts were still spinning, dozens of them, tangled in his brain. Had he just done what he thought he had? How in the hell was it so consuming and powerful? Why couldn’t he stop himself? The questions flooded him as Faith breathlessly asked, “What the hell was that?”

  With great effort, Eric slowed his thoughts and chose his answer carefully, needing to confirm that nothing between them had changed. “That,” he said, “is how you fuck a slut.” He rose to retrieve his clothes, careful not to meet her eye. He knew the bewilderment and hurt he would find waiting for him if he did, and he wasn’t sure what she might see reflecting back to her. He hated himself; hated himself for what he’d done to her and for the way he was now acting, but it was like a wave he couldn’t stop riding.

  When he finished dressing, he pulled his wallet from his pocket and removed two crisp, hundred dollar bills. When he dropped them, they gracefully floated down, landing on her stomach. He didn’t have to look at her to know there were tears in her eyes, but he couldn’t stop himself. She looked pitiful, the money on her stomach and her slip still bunched above her breast. Beautiful. “I believe that’s pretty close to the going rate for a good fuck,” he said as he turned to leave, regretting he’d called it 'good.'

  “Eric?” she called after him, almost in a whisper. He stopped. “Please don’t tell anyone about this.”

  He stood, frozen to the spot and closed his eyes to try to weaken the pangs of regret he knew his reply would bring. “Like I’d want to brag to anyone about fucking you.” He shook his head and didn’t wait for a reply or turn to see her reaction. He bolted up the stairs and out of the gate as quickly as he could, anxious to leave the incident behind him. Deep down, he knew that would be impossible; with the sensations he’d just experienced, it would stay with him forever.

  Chapter Three

  Faith stepped into the hot spray of the shower, her mind still reeling from the bizarre morning spent laid out, almost bare ass naked, on her deck, submitting, to Eric of all people. The man was the only person in the entire world she could say she truly hated, yet he had just rocked that world in way she never imagined possible. She couldn’t get her mind around it; it made no sense at all.

  The minute she saw him, or the minute she saw him staring at her in that way, her knees went weak, and she was afraid her pussy would actually start weeping down her leg. Luckily, he opened his mouth and saved her the embarrassment, but Faith had to wonder if that humility might have been better than mortification she now felt, having given him all the control to hurt her, yet take her to a place she could never have imagined.

  She lathered her body, noting the places he’d touched her, again, feeling the sensations as she imagined his lips, his hands sliding over her body. Her nipple still ached from his bite, but hardened of its own will when she recalled the feel of his lips around it. Her hand slipped between her legs to cleanse away the remains of their lust, and her own touch brought her pussy back to life, demanding the same attention he lavished on it.

  Applying pressure to her clit, she imagined his mouth teasing her once more, and the waves of pleasure the memory brought were strong enough to make her fall against the wall of the shower stall as she continued to stimulate herself, gently circling the little button he’d pulled between his teeth to masterfully lick and suck. She could feel the sensations growing from deep within, needing little encouragement to rush to the surface and overcome her once again. It was all she could do to stay on her feet and keep her balance as her orgasm violently hit her, spreading tingling waves of pleasure through her body.

  Four times now —four times in one day— she experienced what no one else, including herself, had ever been able to elicit from her body. Sure, she made herself come before, but nothing like the earth shattering orgasms he pulled from her. What she experienced in the past was just her body’s knee-jerk reaction to stimulation. It came and went without much notice or excitement.

  When she could, she straightened up and resumed her shower, determined to let the memory go. Like it or not, she would have to deal with Eric on a daily basis, and going weak at the knees and creaming her pants every time he was near would not do. Anger was the better emotion to retain, and she resolved to think of only that whenever he was near. That should do the trick.

  They weren’t working today, but she had agreed to meet everyone for supper in town that evening, and as she stepped out of the shower, she determi
ned that acting as though nothing happened between them would be no problem at all; they could just continue on insulting each other, business as usual. If she worked it right, she wouldn’t even have to listen to him at dinner. She’d choose her spot carefully.

  Still, Faith couldn’t keep herself from trying just a little harder to look her best as she dressed for the night. No harm in giving him a good glimpse of what he won’t be getting again. She picked out a dress that gently hugged her curves and showed a little cleavage, yet wasn’t too dressy. She styled her hair up, allowing just a few flimsy strands to fall in a whisper against her shoulders. The delicate necklace she choose draped over her collarbone, accentuating the path his mouth followed hours ago. Perfect, she thought as she studied her reflection. Not overdone, just well stated.

  ~

  When she arrived at the restaurant, she smiled at the appreciative stares and nods she received from Tim and Daniel, not to mention the other patrons. Watching carefully out of the corner of her eye, she saw Eric’s jaw drop a little, but he soon recovered and donned the usual scowl he wore in her presence. Faith made sure not to meet his gaze directly, but was left with a spot at the end of the table, facing him. She wouldn’t have to listen to him, but whenever she looked up, there he was. Sarah sat beside her, making it easy to stay occupied with conversation.

  The first thing out of Sarah’s mouth was, “Did you get the bag of veggies?”

  Faith couldn’t stop the blush that spread across her cheeks at the question. “Yes, I did. Thank you.”

  “I’m sorry about sending Eric; I know that must have been a bit awkward.” You have no idea, Faith thought. “Everyone else was tied up or sleeping and I promised you I’d get them to you right away this morning.”

  “It’s no big deal,” she replied, covering Sarah’s hand with her own. She glanced up and found Eric looking at her, but he quickly looked away. “We exchanged our usual witty banter and he left.”