CHAPTER THREE
DİLA
"Wow," I said as I stepped into the house. I must admit I was surprised. Not because Evren's house was extremely tidy, decorated in light colors, and filled with technological gadgets, or because it was twice the size of my tiny apartment, but because he had actually brought me to his house. When we took off our shoes and entered the house, he gently took my coat and hung it on the coat rack with his jacket. "Do you bring every woman home?"
"I have a court hearing tomorrow and I don't want to crawl around in a hotel."
"Ooh," I pretended to be impressed and put my hand on my heart, pursing my lips. "Should I be impressed?"
"Do you think you're the first woman to come to my house?" He raised his eyebrows as he laughed and gestured toward the living room.
As he walked ahead, I asked, sounding hurt. "Isn't that usually the case? My heart is broken. What happened to claiming I was special and trying to tie me to you?"
"Should I lie then?" He came up behind me and took a Havana Club from the wall-mounted shelf as I threw myself into the L-shaped sofa. Turning to me, he raised his eyebrows and said, "I'm very good at lying."
"Aren't you a lawyer? What else would you be good at lying about?" I settled into the sofa. Why was this sofa so comfortable? Or was it because mine was second-hand, so every time I sat down, the springs dug into my butt? "What's your area of expertise? Criminal law?"
He disappeared for a moment and then returned to the living room with two glasses and sat down next to me. He slowly filled the glasses with rum and handed one to me. I turned my body slightly toward him but didn't disturb my comfort. It was hard to tell at that moment whether we had come to fuck or to talk.
"You're terrible at guessing." He pointed at me before bringing the glass to his lips. "What about you? What do you do?"
"Oh, didn't Mehmet tell you anything about me?"
He smiled in response to my pursed lips. The dim light he turned on cast the shadow of his hair onto his face. I had never seen a man as handsome as him in my life. "His only concern is to get rid of you." He leaned his arm on the chair and looked at me, saying sweetly, "That's why he brought the biggest trouble he knows upon yourself."
"Trouble?" I turned my head as if searching for something and looked around. "Where?"
"Your mouth says big things," He laughed. He laughed deeply, in a low tone. His blue eyes showed he was enjoying himself. If he weren't a pervert, he could have been a guy I could really hang out with, but he was most likely a maniac who offered sex to every woman. He had lost his chance. "Let's see if you can keep this up later on."
"The reason I say big things is because they are true." I sipped my rum. I had to force myself not to grimace as it burned my throat. I was a wine woman; I didn't drink rum, whiskey, or gin much, but I was going to stand my ground against the bastard in front of me. "You're the one who should be worried. I'm concerned about your size. I haven't seen any action yet."
"What were you expecting?" His lips curled upward. The shadows falling on his blue eyes suddenly created a dark atmosphere. "Did you think I'd bend you over the moment you walked through the door?"
I shrugged. "Based on what you said in the restaurant, I can say that what I expected was not small talk. What's next?" I smiled to annoy him. "Are we going to tell each other our little secrets and braid each other's hair?"
"Hunters sneak up on their prey so as not to scare them away, Dila." He fixed his eyes on me. "Didn't anyone ever tell you that?"
"Now you sound like a total cliché." I pretended to yawn. "It's like listening to quotes from some womanizer."
"You really talk a lot." He didn't show it if he was annoyed. He had a smile that never left his face, but it wasn't because he was happy. I could tell it was because he was really sizing me up. He brought his glass back to his lips as he smiled. "Still, that's what affects me about you."
"My talking too much?" I raised one eyebrow.
He reached for the glass and placed it on the table right next to him. "Your big mouth."
My heart skipped a beat. It was impossible not to get dirty when talking to Evren; the conversation somehow always drifted into obscene innuendo. I didn't expect this from the man who kissed my hand like a gentleman when we met at the restaurant.
"You'd be surprised what my big mouth can do," I said, wanting to test him. I was tired of this strange conversation. I hadn't come here to chat or get to know him better.
"Let's see then." He gave me a look. "Remember what I said at the restaurant?"
"Which part?" I smiled playfully and asked innocently, "The part where you said you'd shove your dick down my throat, or the part where you said you'd fuck me tonight?"
A dangerous smirk crossed his face as he said, "Neither. But it's nice that you haven't forgotten them." He paused and said seriously, "You have three minutes to leave the house."
"Why?" I pretended to be upset. "Was everything a lie then?"
"Dila," he said in a warning tone. "I'm giving you one last chance to leave."
"You're really boring," I said, looking away from him and staring at the TV fixed to the wall.
"I told you I wouldn't ask again, and I won't ask again. So you have no right to be angry with me about anything. You can't claim I didn't give you a chance to leave."
I pretended to yawn and brought my hand to my mouth. "Apparently, my big mouth is bigger than any part of you."
"Dila," he said in a serious voice. "Come here."
I turned my head toward him. "What?"
He had placed his hand on his thigh. The look in his eyes had changed. He spoke, slowly moving his thick lips. "Come here."
"Excuse me?" I narrowed my eyes. "Are you calling me to your feet? You come."
"Dila," he said, narrowing his eyes. "Stand up and come here."
Tired of talking, I sighed, got up from my seat, and went to him. Standing right in front of him, I put my hands on my hips. "Well?"
"Bend over."
I exhaled and bent down, looking into his eyes. I fixed my light brown eyes on his blue ones. "Do you want me to climb into your lap? Are you that lazy?"
He smiled slightly, in a frightening way. Just as I was about to frown, he suddenly reached out with his left hand, grabbed my hair, and pulled me close. Before I could understand what was happening, he pulled me toward him roughly. He brought my face close to his and, fixing his clear, stern gaze on my eyes, warned, "Don't argue with me."
"What are you doing?" I raised my hands, trying to free myself from him. "Let go of my hair."
"Kneel."
"What? You—"
He grabbed my hair again. I felt my skin tighten as a small scream escaped my mouth. Panicked, I grabbed his hands, but I couldn't free myself. As if to show he didn't like me disobeying him, he said, "I told you to kneel."
He pulled my head down. I fell painfully to the floor and knelt in front of the couch between his legs, which he had spread wide. His hand was still in my hair and showed no sign of letting go. "All right, I guess we need to talk about some rules."
Ignoring my angry glare, he said, "There's nothing to talk about. Where did you get the idea that I'd listen to you? Your only job is to do what I tell you."
"You're crazy! You—"
I protested, and he yanked my hair again. As my eyes filled with pain, a strange feeling came over me. Fuck, I couldn't really have enjoyed that, could I?
"Untie my belt, Dila."
I fixed my misty eyes on him. His hands were still tangled in my hair. "You untie it, maniac."
"The belt, Dila." When he pulled me toward him, a scream escaped my lips. I was struggling not to cry. The worst part was that it hurt, which, besides making me angry at him right now, was also turning me on. I must have completely lost my mind. He pulled me closer again, bringing me to his crotch. "Undo it."
We stared at each other for a few seconds. His previous smiling demeanor was gone. He was stern and expected absolute obedience from me. No, he wasn't expecting it. He was ordering me. He had given me a chance to leave, but I hadn't taken it. I didn't know if I would have accepted if I had known it would turn out like this, but looking at him, you wouldn't think he had such strange fantasies! He wasn't joking when he said he wouldn't ask for my consent again at the restaurant. He wasn't joking when he gave me orders at that moment either. If I kept refusing, would he let me go? I didn't know if he would just let me leave.
Worse still was my throbbing clitoris. I hoped it was a joke because, even though I liked watching hardcore porn, I didn't think I would actually enjoy this. Seeing a man I'd only met twice pulling my hair made me want to fuck him even more. As Evren pulled my hair and hurt me, I should have cursed and hit him, but my desires were awakening.
"Do you know what refusing me does to me?" He wrapped his hand even tighter around my hair. I moaned softly, mixed with pain. Hearing my moan, he grinned. "There's nothing I love more than women like you, who act all bossy, getting down on their knees and sucking my cock."
"Fuck off," I said, unable to hold back. I didn't know if I was saying it to insult him or because I wanted to turn him on even more.
"We're going to have a lot of fun together, Dila." He smiled, but the smile that lifted his lips didn't reach his eyes. At that moment, he was dangerous to me. "But first, you need to be trained." He pressed my head against his crotch, and my face was literally buried in his pants, against his penis. "Don't argue when I give you an order."
He was erect, and knowing that made my heart race. God, could I be a pervert like Evren? "What makes you think I'll listen to you?"
"I hope you don't." He laughed and pressed me down a little harder. I reflexively pulled my hands away from his and placed them on his thighs, trying to pull myself away. He quickly pulled me back and lifted my head so I could see him. "Take off my belt."
I took a sharp breath. Not wanting to suffocate in his crotch, I raised my hands and started to undo his belt, but I didn't take my eyes off him for a second. He liked that. Being resisted, being opposed, aroused him. On the one hand, he wanted to dominate me, but on the other hand, when he couldn't quite manage it, his desires were awakened.
He enjoyed bending and twisting upright things before him to make them obey him.
When I took off his belt, my hands reached for his pants. I unbuttoned his pants and unzipped them. My eyes drifted down for a moment. His boxers were the kind with buttons in the front, and I was sure the bastard had put them on specifically. When I saw the huge bulge inside the black boxers, I swallowed hard. It had been a long time since I had seen a real male penis. Was I starting to panic?
"Suck." he said, tugging my hair a little more. When my chest shook with a strange feeling, I felt the need to press my legs together.
I still wasn't fully aware of what I was getting myself into, but I couldn't deny that I was excited.
Trying to control myself, I undid the buttons of his boxers and encountered Evren's erection. He was staring at me like a predatory bird, and it made me feel strange. I slowly reached out and touched the tip first. The wetness of his precum greeted me, and my mouth went dry. Was it too late to run away?
I swallowed.
I lowered my hand all the way down. Although I felt an urge to look up at Evren's reaction, I controlled myself and leaned forward. First, I placed a small kiss on the tip of his penis. To gauge how far Evren's indifference would go, I opened my mouth and slowly ran my tongue over the tip. I stroked his cock up and down with my right hand while holding onto his leg with my left. Slowly, without rushing, I ran my tongue along his cock in the opposite direction of my hand. Frankly, I was annoyed that the asshole still didn't react. He could at least breathe.
I felt my pride hurt for no reason. When he still didn't react even after I opened my mouth and took his cock inside, I started licking around it and sucking him. While caressing the parts my mouth couldn't reach, Evren still didn't make a sound. I took it out of my mouth, stroked it, took it back in my mouth, but he didn't react at all.
It started to annoy me.
"Your mouth isn't that big," he said, laughing, and I felt humiliated.
I took his penis out of my mouth. "Excuse me?"
I was about to lift my head to look at him when he grabbed my hair with his other hand. "Let's see what your mouth can do."
Without warning, he bent my head down and shoved his cock all the way down my throat. As I fought the gag reflex, I dug my fingers into his thighs. As if my earlier struggles had turned him on, he started moving my head back and forth mercilessly. I tried to hold on and keep my mouth open, but it wasn't easy. My eyes were filled with tears.
"Exactly," he said in a sweet murmur. As if he enjoyed fucking my mouth, he asked, "Does taking my cock in your throat make you happy?"
I couldn't answer. My moans accompanied the saliva dripping from my mouth. I closed my eyes because I didn't know how much longer I could endure it. But at the same time, this thing was combined with the desire to satisfy him. I wanted to move my tongue, to show him that I could do it and that I could really take him.
"Do you enjoy having your mouth fucked, Dila?" he asked, pressing his fingers into my scalp. I moaned as a fire started in my groin. Moving her hips, he said, "Yes. Now I'm going to cum down your throat, and you'll swallow every drop of cum I give you." Without stopping her movements, he bent me down further, as if I could take more. "Do you understand?"
I slapped my hands against his thighs. I couldn't take it anymore. My vagina was burning, and I had a strange tingling sensation on my back.
Evren's movements quickened, and as a sharp gasp escaped his lips, he really did come down my throat, just as he'd said he would. As I struggled not to gag, he pulled his penis back slightly but made sure to stroke it into my mouth and empty everything.
As I struggled to swallow, he let go of my hair and put his finger in my mouth, lifting my head towards him. "Look at me."
I opened my eyes. I had been crying and was a mess. He looked at me and smiled contentedly. "Open your mouth. Show me."
I opened my mouth and showed him the semen on my tongue. "Nice," he said as he pulled his finger out of my mouth. "Now be a good girl and swallow."
I shifted in place and swallowed. I grimaced at the warmth going down my throat. My throat and jawbone ached. I had given blowjobs before, but never like this.
I looked at him from where I sat. He was looking down at me, a dark expression on his face, and he looked truly frightening.
The rational part of me was telling me to run.
But the other, unknown dark side of me was dying to stay.
"Come sit on my lap."
He tapped his thigh. Without realizing it, my tongue flicked over my lips, and I stood up. I slowly spread my legs and sat on his lap, his hands going to my hips.
"You'll pay for this," I said, looking into his eyes.
"You looked so beautiful sucking my cock," he said, squeezing my hips. "Let's see how beautiful you are when you finger yourself."
"What?" My eyebrows shot up in surprise.
His hands slowly pulled my skirt up and lifted it to my waist. He hooked his fingers into my underwear and, without taking his eyes off me, said sweetly, "I've been wondering ever since Mehmet said you fingered yourself." After running his fingers around my waist, he grabbed my hips and lifted me up. This was his way of telling me to stand on my knees. He pulled my panties down from both sides without taking his eyes off me for a second. "Show me how you make yourself come."
"Why?" I said defiantly. "Because you can't do it?"
"No," he said, bringing his face closer to mine. His lips were right in front of me, but he made no move to kiss me. "I want to see you imagine my cock while you try to make yourself come."
"Go to hell." I frowned.
He laughed but said nothing. I reached for my cold, trembling vagina and spread my legs wider, not taking my eyes off him. I placed one hand on his shoulder and moved my right hand under my flesh. He was more interested in examining my face than my hand. "That's it."
His praise made me swallow as I moved toward my clitoris. I was wet, and I didn't know when I had gotten so wet. I placed my fingers in position and began to caress myself with slow movements. When my chest trembled and I took a sharp breath, Evren slipped his hands under my skirt and cupped my bare buttocks. The squeezing of my flesh caused me to feel a senseless pleasure, and my fingers sped up. Since stroking my clitoris always pleased me more, I pressed my lips together. I preferred this to fingering myself. My breath quickened as my fingers stroked my clitoris softly and rhythmically. I continued to squeeze my clitoris between my two fingers and move them back and forth. I squeezed Evren's shoulder and dug my nails into his skin. My eyes were still locked on his, but I couldn't see what was in front of me. As Evren caressed my butt, my hand moved faster. Now I could hear the soft sound of my clitoris sliding between my fingers.
"Yes, Dila," he said in a dreamy voice. As my pleasure grew, I pressed myself against him. When I pressed my chest against his, he pressed his forehead against mine. I was still holding onto him, but it felt like the strength in my legs could give out at any moment. "Let yourself go. Show me how much you want my cock."
"Bastard..." I moaned. My fingers weren't enough, so I started rocking my hips back and forth. He was holding me, but he didn't seem to want to help. "Ah..."
"Do you want to come?" he asked, rubbing his nose against mine. I was climbing, climbing, but I couldn't reach it. My mind was spinning; it had never been like this before. I felt myself thrashing. My moans grew louder as my fingers sped up.
I pressed my lips together. I didn't want to respond to him because that was what he wanted. He wanted to show me he was in control, to make me realize he held the strings. I didn't want to give him that, but I couldn't help it.
He pulled his forehead away from mine and looked into my half-open eyes. "Look at me, Dila," he said. I opened my eyes and saw the obscene excitement in his pupils, surrounded by dark circles. His desire was driving the woman inside me crazy. "Do you want to cum?"
Unable to stop myself, I moaned, "Yes..."
"How much?" he asked. When I didn't answer, he ran his fingers over my skin. "How much do you want my cock?"
I took a sharp breath as I moved back and forth on his lap. "Evren..."
"I asked you a question, Dila," he said in a dangerous tone. "How much do you want my cock?"
"I want it." I dug my nails into his bare neck and looked at him with a needy expression. "Evren..."
"Beg, Dila," he said sweetly. "Beg me to make you come."
"No..." I protested. I had made myself come until now, I could do it now.
He lowered one hand and grabbed his cock, rubbing it against my entrance. "Beg."
I moaned at the warmth I felt inside my wetness. I closed my eyes. My mouth was dry, my mind seemed to have vanished. The only thing I could think of at that moment was reaching the peak.
"Help me..." I opened my eyes slightly and looked at him. "Please..."
"Are you begging me to enter your tight pussy, Dila?" he asked sweetly.
Without thinking, I said, "Yes. Please..."
"Are you begging me to fuck you, Dila?" he asked.
"Evren..." I moaned, about to lose my mind. "Please..."
He grabbed my hips with his hand and gently sat me down on his cock. I moaned as his cock touched my entrance. He started rubbing me against him, holding my hips. As my fingers began to tire from his movements, he said, "Come, Dila."
"Evren..."
I opened my mouth, he looked into my eyes as he rubbed me against him and commanded, "Come."
I was burning, and my fire suddenly exploded. My legs trembled as I moaned and came. The amused, satisfied look in Evren's eyes watched me for a few seconds, and then he immediately pulled me onto his lap. When my head fell on his chest, I tried to control my breathing, but I felt like jelly.
My hand was still between us, but I didn't even have the strength to pull it away. I hadn't come like this in a long time, and the guy hadn't even touched me.
Fuck.
"You're very obedient." I trembled when Evren's voice rose. I was still trying to regulate my breathing.
"You..." I took a deep breath. My brain was foggy.
"I just came." He reached out and took my hand, which was still under him, and placed it on his cock. "But I'm hard again. Do you see what you're doing to me?"
"You're a pervert." I placed my left hand on his chest, on his tattoos, sat up, and looked him in the face. "This is perfectly normal."
"That's a bold statement coming from someone who was just begging for my cock, Dila." He lifted his hands as I held his penis and grabbed my waist, pulling my hips toward him. When he grabbed my legs and suddenly stood up, a small scream escaped my mouth. "Apparently, you haven't managed to learn your manners yet."
Before I could understand what he was doing, he suddenly threw me to the floor, right in front of the sof, on the rug spread out in front of the white bookcase. Falling on my butt, I moaned in pain. I looked up at Evren, standing over me, furious. He examined me without saying a word. My panties were dangling from one leg, my frilly shirt was wrinkled, my skirt was hiked up to my waist, and my hair was a mess. My makeup must have run from crying.
"What do you think you're doing?!" I shouted suddenly in anger. My butt hurt. What kind of maniac was this guy? "You hurt me, you bastard!"
"Get down on your knees and hands."
Ignoring his commanding eyes, I said, "No." So he preferred the floor when there were so many other places? "Are you short on beds in your house?"
He didn't say anything, but slowly pulled down his pants and underwear, took them off, and threw them on the couch. I hated how my vagina trembled as I looked at his penis standing proudly erect. His eyes were locked on me with a dangerous look. Without bothering to take off his clothes, he took a step toward me. "No dog is allowed in bed without being trained, Dila."
"What?" My lips parted in shock as he lunged forward, bent down, grabbed me by the waist, and flipped me over. I moaned as his hand pressed my head to the floor. "Ah!"
"And you, Dila," he said, lifting my hips as I tried to push myself up with my hands, ignoring my struggle. "You deserve to be fucked like an animal on the floor."
My ass up, my head down, I struggled and hissed, "You fucking bastard—"
A sharp slap on my ass cut me off mid-sentence. "What comes out of your mouth will be my name." He slapped my hips again. "Shut up."
He pulled his hand from my hair and thrust into me in one swift motion before I could even try to lift myself. I knew I was wet and slippery, but the fact that he could slide inside me so suddenly made the breath catch in my throat. For a moment, I was shaken with anxiety.
Fuck. Fuck.
I hadn't imagined it would be like this. For a moment, I moaned in fear. My eyes couldn't see anything but the floor of the carpet, and I wanted to say something, but when he pulled out and thrust back inside me at the same speed, I clung to him in pain.
"Ah!"
As anxiety enveloped me, Evren's hard fingers wrapped around my waist. He pushed my skirt up even higher and pressed his fingers into my flesh, and I felt the hard metal of the rings he wore crushing me. My chest was crushed between my body and the floor. I tried to push myself up with my hands on the carpet, but when he hit my leg with his, I lost my balance and fell back down.
"Do you like being fucked like an animal?" he asked, his voice raspy. "Do you enjoy being fucked on the floor, unable to move, humiliated?"
"I..." The rhythmic movements of his penis hitting my walls turned the pain into a kind of pleasure, and I forgot what I was going to say.
I could hear the sound of his flesh touching my buttocks, the sound of his cock going in and out of me, his loud breathing, and the occasional growls he let out. As I pressed my forehead against the carpet, I moaned when another slap landed on my butt. In a harsh tone, he said, "I told you not to talk."
"You asked me a question!" I protested in a tearful voice, but he didn't care. He pulled out of me, and just as I found a moment to catch my breath, he brought his hand to my crotch.
"Were you a virgin, Dila?"
Fuck.
Trying to catch my breath, I murmured, "Yes..." There were tears in my eyes, but I didn't know if it was because I wanted to cry. It was true, no one looking at me from the outside or talking to me a little would think I was a virgin. But I was. That was why I didn't enjoy fingering myself. Up until now, I had only ever climaxed by rubbing my clitoris.
Of course, I knew that would change tonight, but I hadn't counted on the maniac entering me without saying a word. He hadn't even given me time to be scared or tense up.
"You're a lying bitch," he said, his finger rubbing my clitoris.
"You didn't ask – Ah!" I moaned as he slid his finger inside me.
He snapped, "Shut up," and pulled his finger out, thrusting himself back inside me in one stroke. I trembled and moaned. My body rocked back and forth as he thrust his fingers into my flesh with fury. "You shameless virgin, do you crave every man's cock?"
I said nothing. Something was rising inside me. I was about to experience my first vaginal orgasm. My breathing quickened, and moans I couldn't control began to rise from my lips. As if angry at my silence, he said, "Talk," and slapped my buttocks, making me tense up.
"Ah!" I felt like I was losing my mind, but just as I was about to climax, he slowed his movements and pulled me back, preventing me from rising. When I murmured in protest, "Asshole!" the slap landed on the other cheek of my butt.
"Do you crave every man's cock you see?"
"No," I whined. He pulled out and started rubbing himself against me. I was about to lose my mind. "Stop it!"
"Do you bend over like this for everyone?"
"No!" My hand involuntarily went to my clitoris, but he slapped my hand and stopped me. "I need to cum."
"Do you let everyone fuck you like a dog, Dila?"
He wasn't listening to me. He wasn't entering me again, nor was he letting me touch myself. With the tension of not being able to come, I pressed my nails into the carpet. Turning my face to the right and resting my cheek on the carpet, I said, "No! God, no!"
"Don't pray, Dila." Slowly, in a way that drove me crazy, he moved back and forth while squeezing my hips. "I don't answer prayers."
"Evren..." I took a sharp breath. "Please..."
"Are you begging me to fuck you, Dila?" he asked dangerously. "Are you begging me to put my cock inside you, to make you come?"
"Ah..." I squeezed my eyes shut. "God, please..."
"Are you begging to be fucked like a dog on all fours on a rug?"
"Evren!"
"Get up, Dila." He squeezed my butt. I quickly pulled myself up using my hands. My hair was stuck to my face, my saliva was dripping. "Good girl."
"Evren..."
"Don't forget whose cock you took." He thrust himself inside me in an instant. My breath caught as his movements were ruthless this time. "Don't forget whose cock you begged for either."
"Evren..."
"Moan, Dila." He commanded me in a raspy voice. "Moan when you say my name."
"Evren..." He reached out, grabbed my hair, and pulled my head back.
"Fuck, you like this, don't you?" he asked, pulling my hair. My upper body was slowly rising, and he was moving so rhythmically inside me that I couldn't speak. "You're gripping me so tightly, it's like you don't want to let go."
"Evren..." I moaned with need.
"Make sure you say my name when you cum on my cock, Dila."
His humiliation made my insides clench. "Evren..."
"You're an animal, Dila, and you deserve to be fucked like an animal."
"Evren!"
"Cum, Dila!"
I screamed. I trembled. I shook. I came with such intense pleasure that I had never experienced anything like it before. Even after I came, he kept thrusting in and out of me, and with a roar, as growls rose from his chest, he pulled out and spilled his semen onto my buttocks.
When he was done with me, he let go of my hair and hips. When he let go of me, my strength left me, and I found myself lying on the floor again. My chest was rising and falling rapidly as I tried to come to my senses.
"This suits you best, Dila," he said suddenly, taking his semen from my hips with his finger and leaning over me from behind. "Breathing like an animal on the floor, covered in my semen, suits you very well." He fell on top of me and put his finger in my mouth.
He looked into my eyes as I sucked his finger. A lustful gleam passed through his blue eyes. That's when I understood what was happening.
A beast inside me had been unleashed, and I didn't know what to do with it.
I smiled when he pulled his finger out of my mouth.
"You're crazy."
He smiled back. He grabbed my chin and pulled his face close to mine. Her hair tie had fallen, her hair tangled. Sweat from our recent rough sex glistened on her forehead, a few drops trickling down her neck toward her tattoos. Seeing her like this made me want her inside me again.
"I see you haven't learned your manners."
"Maybe you're not a very good teacher."
He smirked. As he sank his teeth into my neck, he said, "I'm not a teacher, Dila."
"What are you?" I struggled not to moan.
He paused as his lips sucked my earlobe. "I'm a dog trainer." He bit my earlobe and squeezed my nipple through my shirt with his free hand. "And you're my dog."