It was Sunday evening, I had just had a long day at the store – customers had been particularly annoying, especially that lady who wanted a new bra but was acting like she was deciding on a ten-year investment. When I came home, I changed into my sweats to throw a couple punches on my sandbag, hoping to relieve some of my exasperation. I had barely started sweating when my phone rang. It was a cellphone number that I did not have in my contacts.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Abril. Arthur Dullac speaking."

I gasped. This could not be good news.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing. I'm calling because Carol has just informed me that she is still sick. Her doctor underestimated the seriousness of her condition."

I was confused. "Who?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. I am talking about Carol, my personal assistant, the one you have been subbing for." Oh no, I thought. Oh no, no, no, no. "She won't be able to come to work this week either. I was hoping you could fill in for her. I apologize for the very late notice."

There were many reasons why it was a terrible idea. For starters, I had just made a move on the guy, going back to working for him would only be awkward. Also, I was exhausted from working the whole weekend at the store, I wasn't sure I was up for another full week of work with no break. Plus, Eleanor would kill me if I kept accepting long assignments. I knew Patricia had said that it was fine, but let's be honest, Eleanor could just invoke any other pretext to fire me, and Patricia's contract would not protect me. And finally, VDO's was a terrible place where I was not eager to set foot ever again.

"I can hear you think from where I am," Arthur chuckled. "Please, Abril, I wouldn't call you so late if I had any other option."

"I'm not sure it's a good idea, Art—Mr. Dullac. We both know we've not been a good match, last week. I do not wish to repeat the experience."

"That won't be an issue, I won't be around much next week anyway."

"It's not just that. Eleanor will slit my throat if I miss another full week at the store, especially without proper notice. I need this job."

"I can call your employment agency first thing tomorrow and have them sort this out."

"It won't be enough. Eleanor could just say she's firing me for any other reason."

"What about a guarantee? I can draft a contract for you that says that VDO's is committing to match your salary at the store for up to six months, should you be let go. Would that put your mind at peace?"

Oh wow. That was extremely generous.

"I don't—"

"We'll pay you more," he cut me off, stopping me from turning the offer down once more. "A twenty percent increase, how does that sound?"

Okay, it had just become much harder to say no. VDO's wages, even for temp workers, were on the higher end of the spectrum. The prospect of earning even more for one week was tempting. It would allow me to buy a new phone, maybe, or a new computer. I was in desperate need of both. I could also save some of that money, although God knows it was quite unlikely that I ended up doing that.

"Please, Abril," Arthur begged one last time.

"Twenty-five percent," I negotiated.

"Deal. I'll see you tomorrow at eight a.m., then. I'll have your contract ready for you. Goodnight, Abril, and thank you."

"Goodnight, Mr. Dullac."

I heard him laugh softly before he hung up.

* * *

I arrived in my office right on time, wearing another one of Sigrid's mother's suits. It was so tight around my hips that walking was a challenge. Maybe that's what I could use VDO's money on: a suit. I was nervous. Arthur and I had sort of bonded recently, in that elevator first, and then at the party with his friends. Reinstating a power dynamic between us was a sure-fire way of ruining that. He would not bear my insubordination, I would not bear his condescension.

He was already in the room when I opened the door. He was standing by the giant window, reading a document and holding a cup of coffee from Starbucks, not from the company's machines. It took him a few seconds to acknowledge my presence.

"Hello, Abril," he said with a smile. "Here's your contract," he handed me the document he was reading. "Fresh out of the printer. I also took the liberty of buying you coffee, if you can even call that thing coffee." He pointed at my desk, on which was sitting a plastic cup filled with what looked like my favorite Starbucks drink.

"You bought me a Frappuccino?"

"That's what you took last time, right?"

I nodded. I was touched. It was sweet of him. Then I remembered who I was talking to, and I realized it might be suspicious rather than sweet.

"Why don't you sit down, enjoy your 'coffee'," I could hear the quotation marks in his inflection, "and take the time to read the contract? I'll be in my office, call me when you're ready to sign it."

He left without waiting for me to reply. I let myself fall on the leather chair, slurped on my Frappuccino, and started reading the piece of paper. I didn't know squat about finances, contracts, and other legal stuff in general. If I were a real adult, I would have a lawyer for these sorts of things. But I was me, and I had Sigrid, who was just fresh out of law school. Same, same.

The contract all looked good to me, the few parts that I could understand did mention a twenty-five percent increase of my hourly rate and the commitment to match my salary at the store. The contract stated the exact amount I was paid at Eleanart's; that freaked me out. I hated how easy it was for wealthy and influential people to spy into somebody's life.

The rest of the document was gibberish to me, I could have been selling my soul to the devil that I wouldn't have known. Oh well.

"I am ready to sign the contract," I said to Dullac over the phone.

"I'm coming."

Arthur sat on the chair opposite mine and took out a pen out of his suit jacket. It was an elegant fountain pen, marbled brown with gold trims. He signed the three copies of the document with what was a way too big signature then handed me the pen so I could do the same.

"All right, here's your copy," he said while sliding the contract towards me. "Here's mine, and I'll bring this one to HR. Shall we shake hands on it?"

I agreed and squeezed his hand in mine, trying to ignore what the contact of his skin against my skin was triggering in me. What the hell?

"Now that it's out of the way, I'm afraid I have some news for you," he declared solemnly.

I knew it! I fucking knew it!

"Don't look at me like that!" He exclaimed. "It's not that bad."

"I'll be the judge of that," I said sternly. "Go ahead."

Saying that I was worried about what was coming next was an understatement.

"I have to attend a few important meetings in New York City. I am leaving tonight and coming back on Sunday. I will need an assistant with me."

I leaned back in shock. Was he seriously taking me all the way across the country with less than twenty-four hours' notice? And that after making me sign a legally binding contract?

"You'd better not be serious," I said menacingly through gritted teeth. The truce was already over, it seemed.

"I am, but—"

"I will not go to New York with you," I stated without letting him finish.

"I know," he replied. "I need someone with more experience, I was hoping Carol would be better by now, and she would have joined. But since she's not, I'll be taking Joy."

I was confused, something that seemed to happen a lot when I was with him. So, I wasn't going to NYC, after all. Then why was he telling me that? Was that just a convoluted way of reminding me I wasn't good enough? I had a sudden urge to go to New York just to prove him wrong.

"What makes you think I couldn't handle this meeting? I'm more competent than what you seem to believe."

"You just like to contradict me, don't you? Now you want to go to New York?" He retorted, amused, as if he were addressing a fussy child.

"Why not? I've heard it's a beautiful city. And if that can make you shut up about my skills as your assistant, it's a win-win."

He frowned and his lips twisted in an angry grimace.

"I'm going there for business, not tourism. And I would like to remind you that, between these walls, I will not tolerate your familiarity. I demand that you address me with respect."

And gone was the brief ceasefire that we'd had the past few days. He was sniping at me again.

"Whatever," I replied as a bratty teenager because what was the point of engaging into yet another argument? "What am I supposed to do if you're gone, then?"

"Good question. You're going to replace Joy while she's away. You'll be working for my father."

There are some days, in life, when one should just not get out of bed. That day was one of those days.

"You've got some nerves. You practically begged me to come work for you this week. I agreed to do you this favor against all reason, and now you're dumping me in your dad's office? That's low, even for you," I said in a surprisingly calm, but ice-cold, tone. I was furious and, surprisingly, a tiny bit disappointed. I had caved to his begging because of the money, of course, but a small piece of me had also done it for him. Because he was in a tough position and I felt inclined to help him out. For once, I had tried to be nice, and that's how I was thanked.

For a second, Arthur also looked upset, but he quickly shook this feeling away.

"Don't take it this way. I've never intended for it to be a trap. It's almost exactly the same job. And who knows? Maybe you'll get along with my father better than with me."

Fat chance.

"Listen," he kept going. "I'm leaving after my lunch break but Joy will stay this afternoon. Why don't you go to her office and shadow her? It'll make the transition easier."

I chuckled internally. The poor guy thought that my reservations were due to the job change. Little did he know that it was the least of my concerns. I was more worried about working directly under Dullac Senior who, unlike Junior sometimes, was unmovable. I did not look forward to this week.

* * *

Once again, I was punching my sandbag to evacuate my frustration. I knew, before I even started hitting the damn bag, that I needed a stronger outlet. Sex. I needed sex.

Cedric was my go-to person for this kind of situation. He knew how to fuck me until I forgot all my worries and was willing to do it without asking for dumb things such as a dinner beforehand. Unfortunately, Cedric and I were fighting. It was our first real fight. I didn't like that.

I was considering showing up to the frat house anyway and begging Ced to take me when an unknown number called me. I thought it was GD calling me to tell me that his trip to New York had suddenly been canceled.

"Hi!" I picked up the phone, enthusiastic.

"Hi, is this Abby?"

That was not GD. The voice was familiar but I could not place it.

"Yes, this is she," I replied.

"Hi! It's Val," the man on the other end of the line said.

Val, the cute surfer I had met at the party that Arthur's friend had hosted. He had said he would call me when I gave him my number, I hadn't expected him to live up to his word. He could not have chosen his timing better.

"Oh hi," I switched to my seductive voice. "I'm surprised you called."

"What can I say? I'm a man of my word."

"I can see that."

"Calling you was not the only thing I promised I'd do, I believe. How would you like to go out for a drink with me?"

I looked at the time. It was getting late, I had to go to work early in the morning. I had no time to waste going for a drink.

"What about we skip the drink and I meet you at your place?" I counter-offered.

Val let out a guttural laugh on the other side of the line.

"And here I thought you'd prefer it if I acted like a gentleman and offered to buy you a drink first."

"I'd have to be a lady for that," I sassed.

"Fair enough. Do you want me to come pick you up?"

"Just text me your address and I'll be there as soon as I can."

My phone beeped with a new message alert a few seconds after we hung up. I looked up Val's address. Thankfully, it wasn't too far from my place.

I took a shower and opened my closet. My first instinct was to wear something comfortable and easily removable, like leggings and a tee-shirt. But I decided to take Cedric's earlier feedback into consideration and made an effort to look more desirable. I put on a pair of lilac pants with a white long-sleeved bodysuit. I applied a bit of make-up then slid on my baby pink denim jacket and a pair of tan heels, and I left my apartment.

Val's place was on the same metro line as mine, so it only took me thirty minutes of travel to reach his place. He greeted me with a wide wicked smile when he opened the door of his apartment on me. His teeth were stark white against his tan face, his sun-bleached hair tousled. He was wearing a long baby blue tank top and dark gray sweat shorts. Surely, he was around thirty years old, like his good friend Dullac, but he didn't look a day older than twenty-two. He smelled and breathed frat boy from miles away, he could have passed for a student easily. And this mischievous smile of his did nothing to make him look his age.

"You did it on purpose, didn't you?" He said as his opening line, eyeing me up and down.

"Did what?" I asked.

"You know I have a soft spot for your pierced nipples, so you showed up here with no bra on and a tight see-through top."

I looked down. He had a point. My nipples were flashing brighter than a lighthouse in the night through my bodysuit. It hadn't been a conscious choice but a very happy coincidence. Long gone was the time when I would dress to impress or seduce a man. I dressed to seduce only one person: myself. I had crazy taste sometimes, but I had learned to ignore people when they were staring. Life was too short not to wear every color of the rainbow if I wanted to.

But if Val wanted to believe I had picked my outfit for him, I was not going to contradict him. When in Rome...

"Maybe..."

He laughed and hugged me hello.

He helped me out of my jacket, either to pretend he was a gentleman or to have a better view of my breasts, maybe both, and led me to his living room. He invited me to sit on his black leather couch. Two stemmed glasses and a bottle of red wine were already placed on the coffee table.

"I hope you like wine?" It sounded like a question.

"I do," I reassured him.

I kicked my shoes off and folded my legs like a pretzel on the couch. Val watched me do so as if I were extremely comical but didn't say anything. Instead, he bent over to the table and filled both our glasses with the dark red liquid. Instead of filling the glass to the standard amount that a glass is supposed to hold, he filled the containers almost to the rim. I liked this guy.

He looked me in the eye when he clinked his glass against wine then he took a large sip of the liquid. I did the same.

I was no expert, but it tasted like good wine. Not the cheap stuff that I bought in Walmart. I almost felt bad drinking it so fast. Almost.

"Should I pretend to be nice and ask about your life and all? Or shall we get down to business right away?" He asked with a cocky smirk.

I choked on the wine I was in the process of swallowing. Laughing while drinking was a deadly combination. If anything, this man was forward, to say the least, and I liked that. It was so much effort to try and pretend to get to know someone before getting to the sex part, I was glad that we wouldn't have to suffer through that.

"I'll have you know," I eventually joked after I was done coughing my wine, "that I don't put out that easily. I require at least one cigarette."

It was his turn to laugh.

"Could I interest you in a spliff instead?" He offered.

Was there a world where I would ever say no to that?

He read my reply on my face and went to his bedroom. He came back with a baggie of weed and all the rolling accessories in his hand.

He sat back down on the couch and carefully laid a paper on the coffee table. He rolled a piece of thin cardboard into a cylinder which he placed at the extremity of the paper and put the tobacco in the rest of the space. Then he sprinkled some weed on top of the whole thing. With a swift hand gesture and a lick of his tongue, the joint was done. He handed it to me.

"Do you want it all or shall we share?"

"I don't mind sharing but a whole joint to myself will definitely get you a blowjob," I joked. Or not.

He let out a laugh and repeated the same process. He put his own joint to his mouth, lit it up, then handed me the lighter.

"I'm not sure I'll take you up on the offer of giving me head," he said after we both took our first drag. "Blowjobs are overrated."

I looked at him, bewildered, and raised an eyebrow in his direction.

"You sure? I have a special weapon that makes men forget their own name." I stuck out my pierced tongue to illustrate my point. I had been told by many men before him that this little ball of titanium was working wonders on their shaft.

"If you really insist on being extra grateful for the pot, I'd rather claim your ass than your mouth, babe."

Of course he did. He had big anal-lover energy. Then again, so did most men.

"That can be arranged..." I declared, trailing off at the end of my sentence on purpose.

His eyes grew twice their size and he choked on the smoke of his spliff. He had clearly intended for his last comment to be a joke and had not expected me to agree to his suggestion.

"That's... good to know," he finally said.

I muffled a laugh and took another drag, as well as another sip of wine. He reached out to the coffee table and grabbed the ashtray, which he put between us. I discarded the ash building up at the end of my joint and so did he.

"Just so I know what to expect, is this going to be a one-time thing only or is there any chance for a rematch down the line?"

"Only one time. I don't do repeats."

"Very well. I'll have to make it count, then," he asserted in a very determined tone, his blue eyes suddenly abysmal.

I finished my glass of wine and poured myself a new one, as full as the previous one. Val handed me his and I refilled it too. The bottle was finished already. With the glass of wine in my hand and the joint hanging from my lips, I scooted towards Val and straddled his lap. He looked at me in the eye as he took a hit off his joint and blew the heavy smoke in my face. Sounds gross, looks hot; if you're into those kinds of things, which I was.

With the joint and the glass of wine carefully tucked between his fingers, he put his hands on my thighs, slowly making his way to my butt. When he reached my ass, he dug into my flesh and brought me closer to him in an abrupt move that almost made me spill my drink. Thankfully I did not, then I drank an extra sip from it to reduce the chance of wasting any wine.

As I was taking a puff of my joint, Val leaned forwards until his face met my chest. With a predatory smile, he went for my left nipple and took it between his teeth. He bit on it, hard, making me squirm. When his teeth shifted and closed on my piercing, tugging on it with no gentleness, the squirming turned into full-on moaning. I could feel his smug smile against my chest.

Since I had gotten them pierced in my teenage years, my nipples had been in a constant semi-erect state. Val's torture, however, had made sure that there was no 'semi' in the state of arousal of my nips. They were pointing at him like the needle of a compass points to the north. His wine-dyed saliva had made a slightly pink stain on my top, rendering the whole scene even hotter. I did hope it would go off in the wash, though.

When he released me, he looked at me with a playful gaze, his smile devilish. He took another sip of wine, another drag of smoke, and so did I. The hand that was holding his spliff was grazing the waistband of my jeans, hoping to untuck my top and grope my boobs without any fabric barrier. When he realized there was no untucking a bodysuit, he made a disappointed face.

"Your choice of clothes is inconvenient," he complained. "I can't take this off until you're done."

"Trust me, you won't be hating on my top once my pants are off."

He looked at me with questioning eyes.

In true eighties fashion, my bodysuit was very high cut on the hips. It fell higher than my hip bone in the front and was essentially a thong in the rear area. No underwear allowed with that. I could already imagine how that would make Val crazy.

"Care to elaborate?" He asked, one eyebrow raised.

"You'll see for yourself soon enough," I said and winked at him.

A groan emanated from his chest and he thrusted his groin under me. He was getting hard and impatient, I heard his point. My hands still full with the object of two of my vices, drug and alcohol, I started rocking my hips on his hardening penis, letting my center take care of another one of my vices: sex.

He tried to remain still and contained as I was doing things to him, but I could see in the way his teeth were biting into his bottom lip and his eyes were lost in the observation of my chest that he was anything but chill.

In a frustrated roar, he put out his joint in the ashtray and chugged the rest of his wine. His hands finally free, he grabbed my butt harder and pulled me towards him until my core was almost hurting from the hardness of his dick.

"What do you say you hurry up finishing so we can get things started?" He murmured in my ear. I grinned.

"Who said I want to rush things?" I teased, while still sipping more of my wine and inhaling more of the smoke.

"Oh, that's how you want to play it?" He asked with a cocked brow and a smirk.

I ignored his question and kept slowly grinding on him.

He groaned. His hands left my butt and reached the front of my pants. He deftly opened the button and zipped down my fly, then his fingers reached the promised land. He moved my bodysuit to the side and let a couple fingers slide up and down my wet pussy. He seemed pretty pleased to notice that my arousal was at least as strong as his.

Val removed his hand and brought his fingers to my mouth.

"Taste it," he ordered.

He meant to be dominant but his eyes were inquisitory, as if silently asking me if that was okay. I loved a man who knew how to ask for consent.

I flashed him an enthusiastic smile and gladly welcomed his fingers in my mouth, scraping every ounce of my wetness with my teeth. It tasted like salt and sex. I licked my lips and kissed his, shoving my tongue down his throat, giving him a chance to taste me too.

When he broke the kiss, he looked at my glass of wine and instructed me to get rid of it. I downed it and put it on the table.

Val took the joint from my hand, took a hit of it and brought it to my lips. I inhaled the last drag and he stubbed it in the ashtray.

As my hands rested on Val's shoulders, his went to the neckline of my top, which he pulled down my shoulders and my chest to expose my breasts. He looked like a kid who'd just got the last PlayStation. Without hesitation, his mouth lunged on my right nipple while his hand pinched the left one. I bucked my hips against his as I felt the familiar shock of electricity course through my body. Val growled.

"All right, that's enough," he said in a deep, raspy voice. "Stand up," he ordered.

I climbed off his lap and stood up in front of him. He grabbed the waistband of my pants and pulled them to my ankles. I stepped out of them and kicked them out of the way.

He twirled his pointer finger at me, asking me to turn around. Which I did, knowing fully well what reaction I was about to cause.

"Holy shit!" He said in a gasp.

My ass had that kind of effect on my sexual partners. Especially when it was clad – or not – in a spandex bodysuit straight out of an eighties aerobic video.

Val grabbed my fleshy thighs and pulled me closer to him. He kissed my butt cheeks a few times, slow and gentle at first, then fast and hard. After a little while, his teeth joined the party and he was ruthlessly biting on the meatiest part of my body. I started quivering and my knees weakened, threatening to buckle under his assaults, but his grip on my thighs kept me firmly in place.

Pulling the tiny piece of fabric on the side, he shoved three fingers inside me without so much of a warning. I jerked with pleasure from his roughness. He curled his fingers so as to access, and torture, my G-spot. His other hand found my clit and my vision started to get blurry as I could see the orgasm coming in the distance.

When the tip of his tongue started to trace the contour of my anus, I lost all control. I was a puddle of lust between this man's skillful hands – and tongue. The otherwise quiet room was filled with my wails, and I found it harder and harder to stay on my feet.

He didn't slow down and kept a firm grip on me. When his tongue pushed its way into my other hole and his fingers flicked my swollen clit, I came undone, with what was one of the best orgasms I had had in a very long time.

When he let go of me, I fell on his lap, my back against his chest, trying to catch my breath. My breasts were still exposed, so naturally Val rested his hands on them, squeezing them hard and tugging on my piercings. His dick was rock hard beneath me, I could even feel it twitching.

"Now, I'm going to fuck you, and I won't be gentle," he whispered in my ear in the most sexual voice, his warm breath tickling my skin. "But obviously," he added, second-guessing his tone, "tell me if it's too much and I'll stop."

Like I would ever want him to stop that. Still, though, what a consent king.

He stood up with me still on his lap and guided me to the kitchen part of his main living area. At the kitchen island, he pushed his hips against my butt, squeezing me between his body and the counter. With his hand between my shoulder blades, he pushed my upper body down until it was flush against the countertop.

"You were right," he stated as he was marveling at my bare ass in full display for him. "This top is outrageously hot, it makes me want to do all kinds of dirty things to you." He punctuated his sentence with a tug on the fabric, which dug into my folds, rubbing straight onto my raw clitoris and making me moan.

"Please do," I essentially begged.

He chuckled and placed his hand on my vulva, spreading the wetness from my earlier orgasm.

I heard him tear a wrapper and roll down a condom on his dick, not bothering to take his clothes off.

He rolled my hair around his fist, pulling my head back, and guided his penis to my entrance. Without warning, he entered me in one powerful thrust that made me gasp in pleasure. Gosh this man was talented.

Like he had promised, he fucked me hard. He pummeled into me with power, speed, and depth. His hand that wasn't pulling on my hair alternated between fumbling with my nipples and slapping my ass. My skin was warm and stingy from his spanking, and I enjoyed every second of it.

As both he and I got closer to the sweet release, he pushed his thumb into my anus. I came instantly in a chorus of moans and whimpers. After a couple of final deep thrusts that shook me to my core, he came too, letting go of my hair, pulling his finger out of this hole he liked so much, and his chest falling onto my body.

While he was catching his breath, I felt his penis go flaccid inside me. He pulled out and discarded the condom while I adjusted my boobs back into my top. Val looked at me with a cheeky smile and playful eyes.

"You could have left those out, I didn't mind."

I chuckled.

"I'm sure you didn't, it's just awkward."

"You could have just gotten rid of the top altogether," he said, wiggling his eyebrows at me.

I looked him straight in the eye and did just that. His mouth gaped; he was clearly not expecting me to take him at his word.

He shamelessly eyed my whole body up and down a few times, liking what he was seeing.

"If it's twice in the same night, it doesn't count as a repeat, right?" He asked, hopeful.

I laughed.

"Nope, it's fine. You have it in you to go for round two, though?" I inquired, quite incredulous.

"For you, I do," he said with the most mischievous wink. "Let's just have a quick cigarette break and I'll be back up and running, baby. You still owe me anal."

He walked past me to sit on the couch and slapped my ass on his way. I joined him and he handed me a cigarette from his pack and his lighter. It had been a long time since I hadn't smoked a straight cigarette, it was so much cheaper to roll them myself.

"Want some more wine?" Val proposed after stubbing his cigarette.

"Nah, I need to go to work early tomorrow. I will take a glass of water, though. I need the hydration after that workout."

He grinned and went to get two cups of water from his sink. I downed mine in a couple seconds. I hadn't realized I was so parched.

"Shall we make it to my bedroom, this time?" He asked while placing his empty cup on the coffee table.

I nodded.

He stood up and offered me his hand, which I took before following him to his bedroom, still buck-naked while he was fully dressed.

When the bedroom door closed behind us, Val grabbed my ass and pushed his lips onto mine. He took a couple steps backwards, pulling me with him, until he reached the edge of his bed and let himself fall on it, me on top of him.

He had been in charge earlier, now it looked like it was my turn.

Wasting no time, I pulled off his tank top to reveal his chest. Unsurprisingly, it was chiseled like a marble statue, his abs as defined as his biceps. Surprisingly, although it did fit the stereotype of the Californian surfer, he had a tribal tattoo on his hip, disappearing into the waistband of his shorts. It was kind of douchey – okay, it was one hundred percent douchey – yet it looked extremely hot. The black ink on his tan muscled abdomen could have been straight out of an underwear ad.

I traced the meaningless design with my finger, lingering at the edge of his shorts. He had a ticklish spot on his groin which made him, and his dick, spasm a little each time I grazed the sensitive area. It was a very entertaining show. I watched with gluttony as his penis hardened slowly, making a bigger and bigger tent out of his shorts.

I let my palm caress his hardness over the fabric a few times, enjoying the resulting growl in his chest.

I cut his torture short when I put my hand in his underwear, firmly grabbing his cock. He let out a gasp which boosted my ego, not that I needed it. I stroked his length a couple times, enjoying the sounds that it was provoking in him.

I got rid of his shorts and underwear and finally got to see with my own eyes the dick that had just fucked me so well. It was cut, average in length, above average in girth, and tilting to the right (his right). Like the hot ephebe that he was, he had shaved his pubes off. In short, he was sporting an objectively very beautiful member.

"My eyes are up here!" He sassed while I looked up at him, only to see an arrogant, yet cute, smirk on his lips.

"What can I say?" I played along. "I can hardly keep my eyes off such a beautiful dick. It's not like I had a chance to see it earlier. You fucked me from behind with your clothes on, remember?"

He sat up and locked his eyes in mine, a mischievous glint shining in his.

"And you loved it, so you're welcome," he affirmed, cocky and confident.

Yes, I did. Although I didn't reply; he didn't need me to stroke his huge ego even more.

He laughed at my silent admission and lied back down, bringing me forwards with him. His hands cupped my ass as I ground my sex against his, creating this friction that we both craved too much already.

As the pressure between my legs became more and more intense, and our moans grew louder, he reached a hand out to his nightstand and retrieved a condom from it. I moved out of the way to let him sheath his penis with it.

When his hands gripped my hips and pulled me forwards to guide my vagina towards his dick, I looked at him in confusion.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

His face suddenly looked as confused as mine.

"Clearly, I'm misreading the room," he said in a chuckle. "I thought you were in for a second round?"

"I am. I thought you wanted to do anal, though?"

I swear I could hear his eyes pop open in response to that last sentence.

"Oh, you were actually serious when you said that?" He asked, still quite shocked.

"Darling, I'm always serious. I'm not one to not live up to her word."

The shock disappeared from his face and a wolfish grin replaced it.

"All right, then!" He said with barely contained excitement before slapping my butt cheek and pushing me off him. "On your knees, sweetheart," he ordered.

I did as I was told and got on all fours. Val kneeled behind me, his erection poking my butt. He bent over and opened the drawer of his nightstand again, plucking a bottle of clear liquid from it. He poured a generous amount of lube on the lowest part of my back, the cold of the product making me shudder, and he diligently spread it along my crack, giving special attention to that hole he was so eager to conquer.

Once I was sufficiently lubed up, his left hand grabbed my breast, squeezing my flesh and flicking my nipple, while his right hand traced the contour of my anus, letting me know the penetration was imminent.

He slid his forefinger inside me, resulting in a loud gasp from me. I was one hundred percent sold on anal, but the first few minutes always required a bit of getting used to. Val knew it, that's why he didn't rush it and slowly moved his finger in and out of me, giving me time to adjust. When my muscles visibly relaxed, he inserted another finger. Another gasp escaped my mouth and his left hand squeezed my boob harder.

I cannot come from anal; I'm pretty sure no woman can, to be fair. But the mix of pain, pressure, and excitement for doing something that some people would consider taboo is worth the try. Shifting my weight on one arm, I reached the other between my legs and started rubbing my clitoris, in the way I knew very well could make me come almost instantly if I didn't reel it in.

Val sensed that I was fully ready for him so he removed his fingers, bringing his penis close to my ass instead. I felt him apply an extra layer of lube, both on me and him. He glided his tip back and forth along my crack before settling right at my unholy entrance.

One hand anchored on my hip, the other gripping his dick, he bent over and placed a kiss between my shoulder blades.

"You ready, babe?" He whispered in my ear.

I put my hand, which was still cajoling my clitoris, back on the bed for support and nodded, unable to speak as the sensations were already starting to overwhelm me.

Slowly, he pushed his penis inside me, making me quiver. The intrusion, because that's what it is, an intrusion, made me moan loudly. For failure of finding classier words, his penis made me feel stretched out beyond limits, and filled to the brim. The pain from his erection forcing its way into my tiny hole was mind-blowing. As someone who enjoys being submissive in the bedroom, anal is the epitome of pleasure for me. It makes me feel owned, in a very obscene and not very feminist way. If the pain it causes can deter many, for me it is the cherry on top of the cake. I was one to mix pain and pleasure in my bed. If I were blessed with a prostate, I would have come from Val's intrusion almost instantly.

But since I had female genitalia, it required a bit more work for me to reach the holy grail. Once balls deep, Val slowly slid in and out of me, hissing each time my tight walls enclosed his penis. When he didn't need his hand to guide his dick anymore, he reached for my clitoris and started making fast circular motions as his hips picked up the rhythm. The message was clear: the time for adjustments was over, it was going to be fast and hard.

His hand fell loudly on my ass, making me yelp. A second spank followed, on the other cheek this time.

Very fast, what with Val's finger deliciously torturing my clit and his dick hammering my ass, I could feel the orgasm coming. My legs started wobbling, threatening to buckle under my weight. He wrapped his arm around my waist to keep me steady and, if possible, pounded me even faster.

My mind was going quite literally numb, unable to form any coherent thoughts, let alone words, so I just kept moaning and whimpering as he brought us both closer to orgasm.

"I'm gonna come, baby," he mumbled as my walls were starting to clench, "and I need you to come with me."

In an ultimate move, he pulled my upper body upright until my back was flush against his chest. My legs did not want to cooperate but his firm grip on me ensured that I didn't collapse. One hand on my clit, the other slowly reaching my throat and squeezing it gently, he thrusted into me with as much force as he was capable of, sending me over the edge. As I spasmed in his arms, my body even more wobbly than before the wave of orgasm, he reached his own release. His grip on me did not loosen until we both got off our high.

He pulled out in a swift motion that made me jolt and I collapsed face first on his mattress. He joined me on his bed a few minutes later, after discarding the condom and cleaning himself up. I desperately needed to clean up too. Now that the high was gone, I could feel the gross stickiness of the lube rubbed all over my ass.

"If you want to have a shower, there are clean towels in the cupboard under the sink," Val declared as if he had read my thoughts.

Before I let myself get sucked into sleep, I jumped to my feet and headed to the bathroom across the hall.

When I came back a few minutes later, wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around my chest, I was surprised to find Val fully awake, lying on his back, buck-naked, his flaccid penis resting heavily on his thigh. So much for my plan to sneak out of there while he was sleeping.

When I got near him, he ripped the towel off my body and pulled on my arm to make me lie next to him. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me close to his body, my face in the crook of his neck.

"What are you doing?" I asked with a pinch of revulsion when he kissed the top of my head.

"Hey, just because it's a one-time thing doesn't mean I have to be a dickhead about it. I fucked you very hard, I'm just making sure that you don't leave this place feeling used and dirty. Aftercare, you know?"

"I like feeling used and dirty."

Well, not exactly. It's just that feeling used and dirty was better than feeling euphoric and giddy about something that was bound to never repeat itself. And the sex I had just had with Val was definitely euphoria material. One of the best fucks I had had in a long time.

Val chuckled, thinking I was kidding, then his face became serious when I escaped his arms and headed to the door, hoping to collect my clothes from the living room.

"Who hurt you?" He asked.

I stopped in my steps and looked at him quizzically. What was he on about?

"Seriously, though," he kept going, "who hurt you so bad that you'd rather leave now instead of taking a few minutes to snuggle with me?"

I ignored the pang in my chest at the mention of the who who was at the root of all my problems.

"I just don't want to lead you on," I explained, playing it cool. "I'm not the snuggling type."

"I promise I won't catch feelings," he snickered.

He wouldn't but I might. Not now, but at some point down the line, if I wasn't careful enough. When I didn't move, he sighed loudly and stood up, then he took the few steps that were separating us and wrapped his muscly arms around my upper body, pulling me into a tight hug. I stiffened and tried to get out of his embrace, but he held me tighter, caging me between his biceps.

"Just let go," he demanded.

And I did. Not much, and not for long, but for a few seconds I let myself enjoy the platonic embrace of this man, my body melting against his.

"Go get your clothes, I'll get you an Uber home. What's your address?"

"Don't bother, I'll take the metro."

"Abby, the tough girl act is hot and all but, seriously, you need to learn when to drop it. There is no scenario in this world that ends up with me letting you take the LA metro alone at night."

"But I—"

"As I said, no fucking scenario. I'll tie you up to my bed before I let you walk through my front door alone. So just type your address in the damn app and let me make sure you get home safe."

I sighed in defeat and typed my address in the Uber app he had opened on his phone.

I made my way to the living room and put my clothes back on while Val threw on a pair of sweatpants. Gray ones, of course.

He helped me put on my jacket and escorted me to the first floor of his building, in front of which the Uber was just pulling over.

Before letting me get in the car, he grabbed both of my hands and made me face him.

"For what it's worth," he said, "your top looks super hot, the sex was great, and I am sad that I will never get to experience it again. Thank you for letting me claim your ass, tonight."

He punctuated his sentence with a soft squeeze of my butt cheek and a short, chaste kiss on my surprised lips. He had already broken the kiss when I decided that I was willing to kiss him back. Oh well.

He opened the door of the Uber for me and waved at meuntil I was out of his sight.

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A/N: I said chapter 9 was probably my favorite but this one is in the running too. Val's lover skills just have a special place in my heart 😉

Next chapter on Friday. As always, please vote and comment.

Love,
Charlie.