Anything For Him (6 page)

I moaned and groaned, revelled in the build-up to climax and briefly wondered what I must look like. Bent over, bound, blindfolded and being fucked harshly, so harshly. I imagined my skin pale against his olive tones, my lack of body hair a shocking contrast to his hair-coated limbs and chest.

Suddenly it was there. My orgasm claimed me with a swiftness that surprised me. It must have been the lewd images in my head that had rocketed it out of control. My whole body tightened, as if my nerve endings were stretched to the limit. A huge ball of pleasure that caused my feet to lift from the floor and my hips to shove back for more, raged through me.

‘Yes, yes, take my dick,’ he shouted, then meshed his fingers into my hair, above the tie of the blindfold, and pulled. Hard. ‘Take all of my dick.’

‘Ah, ah,’ I called out, bliss and agony twisting together as my back and neck were snapped upwards.

He didn’t ease his tormenting; he kept pulling wickedly.

‘This was how you wanted it, remember,’ he said, pounding into me, over and over.

‘Yes, yes,’ I said, riding through blissful waves of ecstasy and not caring about my arched spine and my abused hair roots. ‘Yes, oh fuck, Liuz, yes, yes.’

He groaned long and loud. His thighs slapped against the backs of mine. The legs of the table shifted and banged as his tempo increased even more. I was pulsating, writhing. Stuffed full of his dick. My orgasm was wreaking havoc, it wasn’t abating; instead, it was rolling up again, preparing for another assault on my G-spot.

‘So fucking filthy, you’re a whore,’ he groaned. ‘You’re my whore.’ He slapped down hard on my buttock and his palm sent pain whistling through my nerve endings.

Jerking forwards, I reached behind myself, as if to protect my ass from another slap. But I didn’t want to be saved, not really, and when he hit again I allowed the dark, red-hot pleasure to spread. As it did I twisted and twitched. Another orgasm swept through me, just as violent as the first, and I cried out. The release almost sent me delirious. All that existed were the waves of wild satisfaction claiming me.

Finally Liuz tensed. ‘
Tak
, oh fuck, you’re milking me so damn hard,’ he groaned as he erupted. Then he froze, buried deep, let go of my head, gripped my hips, and shunted in some more. It was as though he wouldn’t be happy until he was nudging up against my diaphragm. ‘Ah, yes … yes.’

I gasped for oxygen, let my head fall to the table and my back flatten out. My pussy was convulsing, gripping his cock. As my mind came back to me and the giddy heights of ecstasy retreated, I knew that it had, undoubtedly, been the most intense, exquisite orgasm of my life.

When could I have another?

I heard him move away, a shuffle of feet on floor, and as I caught my breath I imagined him standing with his back to the window, taking in the sight of me sprawled like this. I could see it for myself, my mind full of the image, and my sex spasmed with the thrill of it. Would he leave me here, waiting, anticipating his next move? Or would he untie me, take off the blindfold and allow me to look at him for what he thought was the first time? The not knowing was all part of the excitement – excitement that seemed to have no thought of stopping. It barrelled through me, adrenaline on wings, and I sucked in a deep breath in order to calm myself. My chest hurt from the rapid beating of my heart, lungs painfully filling then emptying.

This man did things to my body without even having to touch it.

He was close, his breathing steadying now, but not close enough for me to feel his body heat. Time went slowly, as though I was suspended, where the world had stopped and fate was deciding where to take us next. I wanted him again, wanted him inside me, his hands all over me. My skin hummed with the need for his touch. Still gripping the table edge, I lifted my face, raised my body, the whole of me wrung out and unsteady. He’d reduced me to exactly what I’d wanted him to – a fatigued mess who was more than ready to be used and abused again.

He could do anything he wanted and I wouldn’t mind. That stop word – I wouldn’t be using it.

A smudge of sound had me holding my breath, then a creak of floorboards. I sensed him coming closer, and the hairs on my arms bristled at his approach. Was he ready for me again? So soon? Was that what he’d been doing? Jerking himself back to hardness? I held my breath, tightening my hold on the table, and waited for him to ram inside me without warning.

He didn’t.

The sharp trilling of a phone jangled my nerves, and Liuz sighed. The ringing stopped, and he spoke in rapid Polish, his tone angry. A slap to a piece of furniture had me tensing, pressing my fingertips into the underside of the table. Although I’d been speaking to him for a long time online, I didn’t know him, not really. That had been the attraction, the thrill, meeting up with a man who was potentially dangerous and had the ability to harm me, with no one knowing a damn thing about it unless I chose to tell them. I was here, though, at his bedsit, and that had to count for something. He wouldn’t risk doing anything too bad because I knew where he lived. I could have told someone where I would be tonight, for all he knew. No, he wouldn’t take his anger out on me.

A snap brought me back to the here and now – the phone closing?

‘That is all for tonight, you dirty bitch.’

His words didn’t make sense, and I frowned. We were supposed to spend all night together, weren’t we? He was meant to pleasure me until I couldn’t stand, couldn’t even walk out of here. I would stay the night, curled up beside him in his bed, and leave in the morning, my clothes and the state of me leaving no doubt in people’s minds as to what I’d been doing the night before.

‘What?’ I said, my throat dry, legs going to jelly. If my heart beat any faster I thought I might be sick.

‘I said, that is all for tonight.’

I knew what he’d bloody said, but this wasn’t how it was supposed to be! ‘What? No, we’d planned on me staying here. You were going to fuck me all night. I came here thinking –’

‘The wrong thing,
Aniolku
. Did I ever make these promises? Did I ever write them down? Did I say that tonight you would stay?’

‘No, but –’

‘Then it was what you had assumed. Never take things for granted, Hannah. You said you wanted to come here and be my slut. That is what has happened. Nothing more and nothing less.’

I was confused, so damn confused my frown hurt my head. The blindfold hurt too, tied as tight as it was, a steel band that made the skin around it throb. What had happened to make him change? He wanted me to stay; he still had more fucking energy in him, I could tell. So why did I need to go home? I knew I sounded like a whiny female, but God, I’d waited so long for this. It wasn’t fair that my fantasy was going to get cut short.

‘So this is it? I go home now? You’ve fucked me so now I leave?’

‘I’ve fucked you, as we planned I would. Yes, this is it. For now.’

I wanted to embrace what he’d said –
for now
– and loved the idea of me returning here whenever he instructed, him fucking me in bite-sized episodes. But at the same time, my idea of being pummelled all night wasn’t going to happen, and I didn’t think I could process it fully right now. I’d pinned all my hopes on it. Damn, it was what I thought he’d wanted too. That phone call had cut short our plans, that was it. If he’d never gotten that call, I’d be staying here, I was sure of it.

His voice deepened, became harder, as if re-confirming our relationship. ‘You are nothing but a slutty whore, here for me to use whenever I want. Whores do not call the shots. Whores come running when they are told, ready to spread their legs for payment. Your payment was orgasms. You ask no questions when you are here with me. Online is a different matter. This is how it is with us,
Aniolku.
I thought you knew that.’

‘I did, I do, but I thought –’

‘I will untie you now. You will keep the blindfold on until you have left my place. I will email again.’

‘When?’ I asked, panic seeping into me.

What if this was it? What if he was lying and never intended contacting me again? Now he’d fucked me, I was more hooked on him than ever. I wouldn’t allow this to be a one-time thing. No damn way. If he thought to just brush me off, then, God, I could be a bitch if I wanted.

‘When I feel like it,’ he said.

When he felt like it? He was letting me know he was the boss, no doubt about it. I wasn’t in any way allowed to make decisions while here. It was him, all him. I’d liked the idea of that before I’d met him, before he’d done things to me tonight no other had done, no other had made me feel, and I was hungry for more. Greedier than any other time in my life for the touch of a man. And not just any man, either. It had to be him. I was hooked, I knew that, unashamedly hooked.

The bindings on my legs loosened then fell away, leaving the site of where they’d been numb. He was sure not to touch me, and there I was, wishing with every bit of me that his skin would brush mine, that I’d get that zing through my veins and tingles all over my body when he did. Feeling absurdly lost and bereft, I stood upright, patting down my body to draw up my thong. I pulled down my skirt, then reached up to remove the blindfold.

‘Do
not
take that off. I told you: keep it on until you leave my place. I do not want to say this, Hannah, but if you cannot obey me, I will be forced to say the stop word. I do not screw disobedient women. It would be a shame to find out now that you are just like most others, a girl who cannot take instruction and wants to rule everything. You said you were not like that, that you wanted me to dominate you and actualise your fantasies. Did you lie to me?’

My heart sank along with my stomach. ‘No, I didn’t lie. I’m sorry. I’ll do whatever you say. It’s just that I wan–’

I stopped myself from doing exactly what he’d just said he didn’t want. Whining. Wanting more than he was prepared to give. Taking a deep breath through my nose, telling myself to just do as I was told and leave the room, I stretched my hands out in order to find the door. He gripped my wrist, firm but not too rough, and led the way.

‘This is the exciting bit,’ he said, thumb rubbing circles on my inner wrist. ‘This is where you get to feel like a real whore. You leave, you walk down the street, and you wait at the bus stop with other people staring at you, knowing you have just been fucked. You stink of sex. You look dishevelled. Is that not what you wanted?’

I agreed that it was, but the sting of being thrown out like this when I’d wanted so much more…

It didn’t matter what I wanted. It was all about what he wanted. I was his slut.

I nodded.

‘Good girl. Here is your bag.’ He pressed the strap into my hand. ‘Now go. I have things I must do.’

Things more important than me. I clenched my teeth. Stop it, I told myself. Stop being such a … a needy woman! It’s not who you are when you are here.

He pushed me in the back, and I stumbled forwards, arms outstretched ready to brace a fall. I didn’t smack into anything and regained my balance, the quiet click of his door closing the last indication that he’d meant what he’d said. I was going home. I lifted my hands, tugged off the blindfold, and stood facing the main door to the street, blinking, unable, for a moment, to take in what had just happened. I’d been fucked well and good, but here I stood, cast away like some nasty piece of rubbish. I was nothing more than a prostitute tonight, just like he’d said. I’d wanted that earlier, wanted to experience what it was like so much, and it had been wonderful, but now? Dare I say I was falling for him, or at least falling for the way he made me feel? I knew obsession and love were two completely different things, but weren’t they two sides of the same coin? Who said you couldn’t love someone and be obsessed with them at the same time?

It stung that I stood out here, a probable mess to look at, here for anyone to see should they come out of their bedsits. They might look at me with pity. Who knew how many times Liuz had done this? How many times he’d shoved a woman out the door with the promise of an email ‘when he felt like it’.

Suddenly something inside me fell into place. I realised I was happy to be used as a slut but I wasn’t about to be cast aside like this. Oh, I’d play his game all right, acting as though I was doing what he told me and taking all the deliciously depraved pleasure he could give me, but I’d also make him depend on me. I’d make him want me and need me the way I did him. I’d do that if it was the last thing I did. I was going to make it so that if I wasn’t around, he’d miss me, want me, need me.

Mind made up, I straightened, hung the blindfold on his handle, and walked towards the main door, deliberately not looking back at his. I’d accepted them but I didn’t like the new feelings inside me, ones that spoke of me wanting more than just fucks with him. That wasn’t how this had started; it wasn’t how it was meant to pan out.

I admitted, as I swung open the door and the night air clutched at my bare legs, that I had fallen foul of the one thing some men detested in a woman. Subconsciously, I had wanted a relationship, a relationship that was more than the one we currently had. When had that changed? When had me just wanting any fuck he offered, whenever he offered it, become not enough?

The minute he sunk his cock inside me, that’s when.

Angry at myself, I hoisted my bag strap onto my shoulder, shut the door and began the walk to the bus stop. This pipe dream of mine had to stop. I couldn’t be doing with a serious relationship anyway. They hadn’t worked in the past, what with my job taking me out at all hours sometimes, chasing scoops and hoping to catch a break on the biggest story London had ever seen. No, what Liuz offered was perfect. He’d cater for my dirty fantasies whenever it suited us both. I’d just expected a longer time with him tonight, that was all. But it was OK, because I’d use him like he was using me. I’d let him think he didn’t care for me, but by the time we were done – if we were ever done – he’d wish he’d never said the stop word. One thing was for sure, I knew damn well I would never say ‘Kilimanjaro’.