Chapter 33
Chapter 33
Dexter
I started kissing her neck, inhaling that heady scent of her orchid perfume. She was wearing my
favourite red slutty thong. I wanted to torture her, slowly, until she snapped and begged me to fuck her.
It had been too long since the muscles of her pussy were clenched around my dick. The building
frustration was taking a toll on me. Sasha’s sexy body was like a magnet to my cock.
My fingers crawled over her thigh, moving in a teasing motion until they reached the heat between her
legs.
“I didn’t give you permission to touch me yet,” she said. I laughed and traced my thumb over her clit.
She shuddered under my touch.
“Funny, I didn’t think that I needed an invitation,” I muttered. “Fuck, Barbie, you’re so wet. Your pussy is
dripping for me.”
She arched her head back as my finger began caressing her mound, slowly at first, barely even
touching it. My head was clouded with her incredible scent, my pulse speeding. All I wanted was to
tease her.
“Oh, Dexter, keep doing that,” she moaned when my lips were between her huge breasts, my fingers
picking up the pace, sliding inside her wetness, the inner muscles clenching around my fingers. I was
done with this bullshit, done with waiting. This was what she was making me do.
She moaned and I slipped another finger inside her, alternating with teasing and caressing her swollen
clit. I captured her mouth with mine; my blood boiled when her body was close. I started moving my
fingers in and out faster. I curled them upwards hitting her G-spot, making her writhe. She was pinned
to the wall, and when she was just about to come on my hand, I spun her around and slapped her ass.
“Dexter, please, baby.”
I loved hearing her begging for release.
“Spread your legs wide,” I ordered. I could get off just by looking at her round ass. She bent over and I
thrust two fingers back inside her. She came instantly, biting her own hand to muffle the sound. I was
rock hard, stroking my own shaft. Her juices drenched my hand. I was so fucked. Sasha had broken
me completely.
Sasha
Dexter took me home after the lovely dinner with his family. He had an early-morning appointment with
Dr. Bishop in the hospital and Dex said that he didn’t want me in his apartment, as I was too distracting.
Things were going great and I didn’t particularly want to sleep alone, but we didn’t want to rush into
things. Sex with Dexter would be mind-blowing, but it would also lead to letting him know that I had
forgiven him.
In all my previous relationships, guys had to work hard before we passed second base. I would wait at
least a couple of weeks, after I was certain that they weren’t playing with my emotions. With Dex, it was
all unconventional, but I just needed to be sure that he went to his appointment and didn’t crumble
under the pressure.
I had an early shift on Monday, and I was planning to drive straight to the gym. The pole competition
was early next week and I needed more intensive practise. My body was flexible and I had trained
really hard, but there were women out there that trained every single day.
I woke up on Tuesday morning stiff and very horny. Since he’d given me that amazing orgasm in his
mum’s bathroom, my body craved more. There was a surprise for me the next day at ten a.m. Dexter
had sent me the most amazing bouquet of red roses and some French croissants for breakfast, with
my favourite coffee. I couldn’t freaking believe it. He’d transformed from the Prince of Darkness into a
real Prince Charming. We both were holding off, and with each day he’d been convincing me that he’d
kicked the old Dexter out for good.
The appointment went well, the meds are keeping me in the sane world.
—Your really fucked-up boyfriend-to-be
I smiled, feeling the warmth slowly filling up my heart. I freaking had fallen in love with this man without
even knowing it whilst he was in the hospital. He was probably really frustrated and I wanted to thank
him for being so patient. We were done with playing silly games. We both wanted each other, so I
grabbed my phone and sent him a quick text, letting him know that I wanted him to meet me at the
studio tonight after my practice.
That night’s session was hard. I went over my routine a few times, and by the time the hour was over, I
was exhausted. Gina and the rest of the crew left straight after, leaving me alone. The day of the
competition was approaching and I desperately wanted to do well. Since breakfast, I had been thinking
about Dexter, wondering if he was missing me and getting turned on thinking about me. He wasn’t free
of Victoria just yet, and my own insecurities were planting doubts in my head. I didn’t need another
useless man; I couldn’t afford to get burned again. Kirk had wrecked me and Dexter had showed me
that he was destructive enough. His illness had pulled us apart, but we had this deep crazy connection
and I did love him. I was willing to risk it.
Apart from worries about “what if,” I was horny. Dexter had showed me that he did care that I was
satisfied, and I was planning to reward him with a little pre-show of my pole routine.
“What the hell, Sasha? I thought we were having dinner,” he grumbled, walking into the empty studio. I
learnt the hard way that he was very impulsive. If things didn’t go the way he wanted, Dexter turned
into a spoiled, annoying brat.
“Sit down. I need to show you something,” I said.
“We have a fucking reservation at the Hilton. This better be quick.”
“Trust me, you will love this,” I whispered, kissing him softly when he finally sat down on the bench.
“As you know, I’m competing next week in London and I wanted to show you some of my moves. Just
sit tight and watch me,” I said, innocently approaching the pole. He shifted on the chair, probably only
now noticing that there was an actual pole in the room. I pulled my hair in a tight knot and glanced at
him. Finally, his sharp brown eyes fixed on me, and I knew that our reservation at the Hilton wasn’t
important anymore. This whole thing was going to be messy.
I began with walking around the pole with my inside arm holding onto the metal bar. I brought my
opposite arm into a split grip. I was ready for the most complicated moves. My muscles were aching
after the earlier killer session, but I was getting turned on as Dexter’s eyes followed me. I lifted my legs
up from the floor, bending my knees behind me. Heat began travelling down, igniting the fire inside me
as Dexter’s gaze slid down my body slowly. I was sure that he stopped breathing altogether.
Raging heat sank into my bones, spreading around my body like molten lava. Thoughts about him
making love to me were distracting and I had to stay more focused. Shortly after that I did a basic
inversion, my body shaking with the need for release.
I pulled myself together, and once my body was inverted, I unhooked my legs that were around the
front. Then I used my leg that was hooked around the back and, with my arms, I lifted my back up into
the bar. I slid down and spread my legs, holding onto the pole. I was certain that was enough to get him
all worked up.
When I glanced back at him, Dexter was walking towards me fast, unbuttoning his shirt.
“I’m only just warming up, Dex. You have to wait for more,” I said when he approached me with fire
brewing in his eyes.
“No fucking way. I’m done with this shit. I’ve been playing the nice and understanding boyfriend, but my
limit has been reached. We are going to fuck, hard. I am going to be inside you. Right now and right
here.”
“What? No, anyone could walk in here. Let’s go back to my flat.”
“Fuck that. I’m done with this shit. Take off your clothes,” he ordered. I hesitated, knowing that this was
a really, really bad idea. Dexter’s shirt was on the floor within moments, then mine followed along with
my shorts. I was alarmed and excited at the same time, knowing that the doors were unlocked.
“Dexter, please. We can’t—”
“Shut up, Barbie, I can’t wait. I want you,” he said, cutting me off. He lifted me up and carried me to the
padded mats in the corner of the room, right in front of the mirror. He removed my sports bra, leaving
my knickers on. Each hair on the back of my neck stood up straight when he stood looking down on me
with that familiar heated desire in his deep brown eyes. Then he pulled his boxers down, without
concern that anyone could walk in on us.
“Like what you see?” he teased when I admired his rock-hard cock, which was level with my face. He
went down, distracting me for a second. My nipples were fully erect when he suddenly bit the left one,
and I was fired into waves of pleasure and pain. The nice Dexter was gone—he had been replaced by
the domineering lover, the one that I had fallen for so easily.
I brushed against his cock, but he pushed my hand away, licking my nipples until I was moaning. He
used his teeth to remove my lace knickers, exhaling his warm breath over my needy pussy. The thrill of
excitement and anticipation grew; my core was on fire. The deep rhythmic throbbing between my legs
allowed me to forget about the unlocked doors. Dexter smiled and started licking me, slowly at first,
then faster and greedier. Heat began ravaging my body, and my pussy was desperate for his hard shaft
to fill it.
I cried out when his tongue began swirling up and down my wetness. His fingers were digging into the
skin on my thighs, trying to keep me in place. I was so close to orgasm and he had only just begun. I
gripped the side of the mat, my heart pounding. Just one more stroke and I was going to come undone
—when it all stopped. Dexter pulled away, and when I glanced at him in desperation he was tearing the
condom wrapper off.
“Oh, you have no idea how much I missed that delicious pussy,” he rasped and shoved his throbbing
cock inside me a moment later. I cried out, pulling him into me. Dexter pushed the hair away from my
face, his eyes meeting mine.
“Are you ready for this, Barbie?” he asked.
“Christ, Dexter, just fuck me already. You’ve made me wait long enough,” I snarled. He laughed and
started moving inside me, and I screamed with pleasure, already worked up by his earlier tortures. He
lifted me up so I was sitting on him, and my tits were bouncing up and down as he sped up, ravaging
my greedy pussy.
It didn’t take long for an orgasm to build inside of me, begging for release, and just before I reached
that glorious cliff to fall off, he stilled and turned me around.
“No. What are you doing? I was–”
“So impatient. This will feel so much better if I make you work for it.” He laughed, the bastard, and then
took me by surprise and pounded hard into me again. I had no idea how long he was planning to play
with me like that, but after only few more hard thrusts that slammed up into my body, I was coming. My
whole body tingled, my eyes rolled back. My muscles turned into a jelly and I collapsed on the mattress
quivering, trying to catch my breath. Even my toes were tingling. I had just experienced the most
intense orgasm of my life.
“Get dressed. We’re leaving.”
I couldn’t move. He had to drag me back on my feet. I didn’t want to think where we were going, but I
really hoped for another session of hard-core sex.
Dexter
I was a fool fucking her in the gym when anyone could walk in, but in the end, seeing her coming for
me like a firecracker had been worth it. She was worn out, but I wasn’t done with her yet. I was
planning to take her back to my apartment; there I wanted to devour her pussy all night until she
begged me to let her sleep. It was her fault: she’d made me wait and she knew how much I fucking
hated waiting around. Tomorrow, during a romantic dinner with candles, I wanted to reveal to her how I
felt. But tonight I would ravage her till dawn.
I was breaking every traffic rule on the way to the complex. Sasha kept telling me to slow down, but I
wasn’t listening. I was already picturing what I could do to her in my own apartment, behind closed
doors. She’d woken me up from the nightmare, healed me, and I couldn’t let her go.
“Come on, Barbie, let’s finish what we started,” I said, locking the car.
“I need at least a half-hour nap before the next round, Dex.”
“No fucking way. The session at the gym, that was only foreplay, Barbie. We have a lot of catching up
to do.”
“Whatever, Dex. I’m tired.”
I smiled to myself and then took her hand, and we strolled towards the complex. I had never done this
before, walking with a woman and holding her hand like we were a real fucking couple. This was a first.
We were just about to step into the building when the door opened up and Harry nearly enough walked
into my face.
“Dexter! Victoria is upstairs,” he said with a grave expression on his face. The bubble burst, and my
good mood faded as soon as I heard that fucking name. Sasha glanced at me. She didn’t have to say
anything. Victoria had ruined our time together once before and it looked like she had done it again.
“Sasha, I’m going to take care of that bitch. I promise,” I said.
“How are you going to take care of her? One phone call to the police and you’re finished. You have to
do what she says,” Sasha reminded me.
I was ready to scream. I was so angry I could hire a hit man and get rid of the problem straight away.
Why could I not remember anything from that fucking party?
“I have a better idea,” Harry said with a wink and started talking. Slowly I started seeing the light at the
end of the tunnel.
“I’ll drive Sasha home. Victoria won’t be happy if she sees her,” Harry suggested. I tensed straight
away, wanting to disagree. My plans for this evening were ruined, but she had work tomorrow and I
couldn’t let Victoria know that we were close. Harry had a plan, a good plan. Sasha didn’t want to go
upstairs, and for the first time, I had to agree with her. Victoria couldn’t see her with me if Harry’s idea
was going to work.
“All right, Barbie, I’ll call you tomorrow right. Don’t worry, I won’t forget about my promise.”
“Fine, but don’t let her manipulate you into sex, because I won’t be happy,” she said with a flash of
anger in her eyes.
“Barbie, are you jealous?” I asked, amused.
“I’m not jealous, just careful. Besides, Harry is taking me home. You stick to your side of the bargain
and I’ll stick to mine.” She kissed me on the cheek and started walking away. Harry shook his head,
muttering something under his breath, and strolled after her.
Sassy-mouthed Sasha… I was ready to spank her, but first I had to take care of Victoria. I went into the
building, thinking about Harry’s plan. Victoria was obsessed. It was all a game to her and I was fed up This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.
with playing by her rules.
“Why do I always have to wait for you?” she snapped when she saw me approaching.
“My cock doesn’t get hard for you, bitch, so get to the point and tell me what the fuck you want,” I
demanded, not moving. I couldn’t let her inside; it was safer to talk outside. She ran her tongue over
her red lips and smiled.
“Isn’t that obvious?” she asked. “I think it’s best if we get back to the original setting. That should sort
your problem out, right?”
Harry had mentioned that she wanted him to organise another party and to invite us both to it.
“How much longer are you planning to play me?”
She smiled and touched my cheek. She had a cold hand. “Until I get bored,” she sang.
“Fine, whatever. Obviously I can’t fucking say no to you, can I?”
“No, darling. I have your balls, remember?”
“A party—that’s what you want? Do you think that if you corner me in Harry’s apartment, my dick will
miraculously get hard?”
“I hope so. You were always my favourite one. As soon as I get you in that room, you’ll forget about
that fat blondie.”
“You brag too much, Vic. I have shit to do,” I said, trying to stay fucking calm. I wanted to slap her for
calling Sasha fat.
“Saturday night, Dex. I’ll be waiting. You won’t get away from me. We are made for each other.”
I laughed and called the lift. I needed to keep my mouth shut, but I wanted her to suffer badly for all the
shit that she managed to pull on me. Just a few more days; I knew that I needed to be patient. She was
going to pay for this, and she would regret that she had ever tried to fuck me over.