She panted, so close, so close, and then he moved away again, and she groaned, her hands closing into fists.

He chuckled then drove his cock deep into her in one hard surge.

She screamed as her world splintered around her, as she spasmed around his thickness, shuddering so hard her legs weakened. His hands held her in place, gripping her hips and keeping her pinned against him.

He felt even bigger in this position than the other, and now she squirmed, trying to escape. It felt like his cock had filled her completely, was up against her cervix, and she whimpered again, discomfort and desire mingling inside her.

'Shhh, just wait, little one, just wait,' he murmured. When he bent over her, his cock shifted inside, driving another gasp from her. He set one muscular arm beside her shoulder to hold himself up, and his other hand played with her breasts. He rolled her nipples gently between his callused fingers until her breasts were tight and swollen, sending carnal messages to her groin. Her hips wiggled slightly as her pussy shivered around his cock, adjusting to his size.

He began to move, each slide in and out making her gasp and then moan as sensations started piling up like mountains on top of mountains. His hand was on her breast, his lips on her back. His cock inside her was big and thick. It sank between her sensitive folds so deep that his balls slapped against her pussy and sent tiny shocks through her.

Slow at first, he increased his speed from a sensuous slide to a hard, forceful pumping.

She couldn't move; her hands were still restrained, and she could only take his assault. The feeling of helplessness ran through her, heightening every sensation. Her legs quivered uncontrollably; her whole body shuddered as each merciless thrust sent stabs of pleasure pouring through her body. She was so close again. Her pussy tightened around him, her hands closing into fists.

And then his fingers left her breast, and suddenly he was stroking her clit. With every thrust of his cock into her body, his finger pulsed across her tender clit, over and over.

She screamed as she came harder than before, great spasms inside shaking her like a hurricane, fire streaming through her all the way to her fingertips.

He pulled back, gripping her hips and driving into her as her womb convulsed around him.

'Malora, you could be the death of me,' he growled, and then she could feel his cock jolt as he came hard inside of her. 'Thank you, little sub.' He nuzzled her neck, her shoulder, before pulling gently out of her. She whined like a puppy from the shocking emptiness.

He disappeared for a second to dispose of the condom.

Eyes closed, she didn't see him return, just felt his hands as he rolled her onto her side and released her restraints.

'Come here, little one,' he murmured, and pulled her on top of him like a limp blanket. He took her lips in a tender kiss then settled her head into the hollow of his shoulder, and she found nothing in her to resist. His chest was damp with sweat, slick under her cheek, salty on her tongue when she gave it a lick.

Through the muscles covering his chest, she could hear his heart beating in a steady rhythm, nothing like her racing pulse. His hands stroked her back with shocking gentleness after he’d taken her so hard. Her body felt abused, quivery. Wonderful.

Inside her head, she felt the same way. What was happening to her, that a man could treat her like this and she got off on it? Got so off on it that she'd screamed and lost control completely.

She was always in control, dammit; she was an accountant.

'Being in control in bed isn't all it's cracked up to be, especially for a woman,' he murmured.

She stiffened a little. He really did read minds, didn't he?

'Seems like the world expects you to have to do everything these days: care for yourselves, your families, your children, your jobs. . .Who takes care of you, Malora?'

I do, she thought. Just me.

But being tied up couldn't be considered being taken care of, could it?

She frowned, remembering his knowledgeable hands, the way he watched her so closely, how he seemed to know exactly how to push her limits. Was that not being taken care of?

She managed to lift her head up to look at him, only to find his dark eyes studying her.

And then he tangled his hands in her hair and took her mouth so sweetly, so thoroughly, it was as if she'd never been kissed before.

Then he seemed to remember where he was and stiffened. His eyes turned as cold as ice, his lips pursed in only what could be considered as bitterness. Malora watched him change before her eyes. It was pulling off a mask to reveal what was really underneath. Her breath got caught in her throat as the cold demeanor.

The shocking thing was how he gently extracted himself from her, placed her on the bed. It was a contract to his unwelcoming expression. He'd riveted to the Titan she knew and not Master T. There seemed to be a clear difference between the two.

Malora watched him dress from her place on the bed. After he's collected his thing from the nightstand, he pulled a sheet over her naked skin, and then he left her.

The door shut with its thick click.

*

The next day, Malora woke up early to use the swimming pool, glad that she didn't meet anyone on her way to and from the pool.  While the swimming cleared her head, it didn't stop her from thinking about Titan's sudden change in feelings.

It was honestly giving her a whiplash.

It made her think that, perhaps, she was merely here for what he'd really said; sex alone. At least until he'd exorcised her from his soul.

Shaking her head to rid herself of the thought of Titan, Malora went back to the apartment to bathe. Dressing in dark sweats and white tank top, she went into the kitchen to prepare her breakfast which consisted of a cup of piping hot,  black coffee and Rum-soaked Nutella French toasts, and a bowl of freshly sliced apples and pineapples. She'd just settled down to eat the food when her phone—the iPhone, aka drug dealer phone—flashed with an incoming text.

Wear nothing.

Malora looked at the screen again. Wear nothing. And felt a stirring of excitement deep in her core. Her body came alive with the thought of last night's shenanigans with Titan. Despite the encounter ending on a sour note, she enjoyed it.

Settling her phone on the marbled breakfast table, she quickly dug into her food with gusto and enthusiasm. By the time she finished eating, it was a little past 11.  After tucking the plate in the dishwasher, Malora went into the bathroom, taking her makeup kit with her and set to work. After applying the makeup, she paused to admire her handiwork.

In the bathroom mirror her eyes seem almost smoky. She undressed quickly and pulled on the bathrobe hanging behind the door. Malora still hadn't gotten used to her hairless body. It seemed too girlish, somehow, but she thought she knew why he wanted it so. Everything in his life was neat and tidy. Not a pubic hair out of place.

When she heard him in the corridor she froze.

Wear nothing.

Malora took the bathrobe off, slipped into the bedroom—not the one they played in last night, but her own—and stood inside the door. He was already there dressed in dark gray trousers and white shirt. His tie was loosened and his shirtsleeves had been haphazardly folded up his muscular arms. His watch glinted against his tan. He came to her and led her to the big red armchair by the large mirror. Malora saw herself in the mirror. Nude.

Fully clothed he stood behind her.

'Porcelain skin and fuck me now, blue eyes. How beautiful you are,' he said, watching her through the mirror. His gray eyes were heavy-lidded and cloudy with desire.

He hooked his handmade leather shoe underneath her right foot and gently lifted it. The leather was cool and smooth and the laces rubbed erotically against the soft sole of her foot. His shoe deposited her foot on the padded seat of the big black chair.

The position had exposed her sex in the most indecent way. Malora didn't recognize the woman in the mirror. She looked wanton and shameless. Now Malora knew the real reason why she was bald. There was nothing to hide behind.

It was all so shameful it was exciting. She looked away.

'I want you to see what I am doing to you.'

Malora met his eyes in the mirror. He kissed her neck and she moaned and tried to turn towards him. 'No, watch.'

Throbbing with excitement she gazed at the mirror. She has willingly spread open her sex and allowed him access into her most intimate part. She felt his fully clothed body brush against her. Vaguely: buttons pressing into her back. . .soft wool against her buttocks and thighs.

'I love your skin. It is like the finest silk.'

Then his hand was moving towards her navel and sliding downwards without any resistance. All the while he was watching her watch herself.

His palm came to press on her pubic bone and Malora watched the palm make circles. The circles became tighter and tighter until they were moving the flesh over her clit. Suddenly his index finger tapped on the nub and she shivered with helpless wanting.  

'Not yet,' he whispered. 'I will decide when you come.'

Malora whimpered.

Then his fingers moved quickly in a sweeping motion along her crack, gathering juice. There was more than enough there. The lubricated finger circled the swollen, throbbing bud. Watching him pleasure her was the most unexpectedly erotic thing she had experienced.

Malora drew a sharp breath and longed for the feeling of being full. That feeling of having him inside her, but he did not give that to her. Instead he rubbed around her sex, his fingers were cunningly methodical. The same movement again and again.

In minutes she felt the waves coming, but as she pushed eagerly towards them, towards release, his fingers stopped, and even though Malora presses her hips towards them, they stubbornly refused to move, until the waves dissipated. She sagged against him, frustrated, and he slowly pushed his finger into her.

'Wet, hot and tight,' he murmured.

Malora looked at his large hand; the thick, masculine wrist peppered with silky hair working her. Again that longing to be filled, not with one finger, but with the magnificently thick, long shaft inside his trousers. She had to bite her lip to stop herself from crying out, Fuck me.

'Kiss me,' he ordered.

Malora twisted her neck around and gave him her mouth. His tongue entered it. Malora sucked greedily. A finger becomes two and increased speed. Just as she was beginning to enjoy the rhythm the fingers were withdrawing, slipping and sliding around the lips. He took his mouth away as his other hand left her waist and cupping her chin, held it facing the mirror.

Malora stared at herself in shock. At his big hand moving and the glistening redness of her engorged sex—it was as if it was alive. A shameless greedy creature. And suddenly she was coming and. . .hard. Real hard. Malora opened her mouth in a shout as her knees buckled and she felt herself losing balance. His hand tightened like a vice around her waist.

When it was over Malora leaned her head back against his chest for a moment.

'Hold onto the chair,' he said, and bend her over. He put a hand on her back at waist level and pushed down, so her hips were angled, her sex was more exposed. Malora heard his zip and the soft sound of his trousers dropping. Putting his palm on either side of her face he turned her head and made her watch what he was doing to her.

'I want you to watch me fucking you.'

With wild eyes Malora looked at the image their bodies made as he grabbed her by the hips and his proud cock disappeared inside her.

'Now, let me hear your cries. Purr for me, Malora,' he commanded and rammed ferociously into her willing, dripping wetness.

Malora cried out with the sensations: the fullness and the depths that he had gone into. It was surprisingly painful, but such was her need to have him inside that she welcomed the pain and pushed back against him, to take more of him. So he went even deeper, until his thick shaft was buried all the way to the root. Malora grunted inelegantly. One hand fell on her back, pushing her into the armchair, while the other grasped her shoulder.

'Ah.'

Suddenly, the animal in him took over. With bestial urgency he drove into her. Harder and faster. Grinding her against him. The solid armchair rocked with his thrusts. And at that moment Malora was utterly possessed by the man. His to do anything with.

As he slammed into her Malora realized that the palm of his hand that was pressed against her pubic bone was bringing forth different sensations. The rubbing was causing her to crest again. It was explosive this time, it made her body convulse uncontrollably and lasts, even past his last urgent thrusts and his own groan of release.

Malora felt his body slacken against hers. With both his arms around her waist he straightened her, and held her close to him while he was still inside. She looked at him in the mirror and found his eyes unreadable.

Wordlessly, he withdrew out of her and went into the bathroom. Malora knew she'd lost him to that cold Titan again.

Without him in the mirror Malora seemed alone and abandoned. On trembling legs she moved to hide her nakedness inside the bathrobe.

Titan emerged from the bathroom few minutes later, looking every but cold and ruthless like the business man he was. Malora sank onto the chair he'd just fucked her into, sad about the change. It reminded her that she was merely here to be used until he grew tired and discarded her like the used sexual toy she was.

'I will pick you up by six for the dinner with your sister,' he said, still watching her with that blank look.

Malora nodded and murmured, 'thank you.'

He didn't reply. He just left the sane way he came; silently.

Malora couldn't believe she forgot about the dinner with her sister. What did that say about her? Why was she even worried about his cold attitude towards her after sex?

Maybe that was what she needed. Maybe his cold acts towards her was a good thing. At least that way she'd remember what she was really here for and not fall in love with him.

But why was her heart beating fast at the thought of seeing him again that evening?

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