I finally have a plan for this story that I am going to stick to! The sex in this chapter is only a paragraph long for symbolic purposes. The main characters don't have sex with each other in this chapter. Hope you enjoy it :)
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Ryder:
I didn't sleep at all after leaving Max's. I felt awful for what I had done so decided to drown my pitiful self in whiskey. I drove to the closest bar and started chugging them back, sending a fuck off vibe to all those around me.
I completely lost myself with her. Her submission was not perfect but even more intoxicating because of it. She didn't sit there and take what I was handing out, she wanted to be an active participant and this want caused her to push back against my dominance. It was sexy as fuck. I'd fucked plenty of girls who let me tie them up to fuck them and happily lay there to accept it. But Katie, she wanted more. I couldn't help but think how much more of that lifestyle she's like. She reacted to the slight pain I gave her in a way I never would have expected she would. I couldn't get her face out of my head as she came but then it blended with the look of anger as she threw me out. She hated me for what I had done to her. I needed a distraction and fast.
"Hey sexy." I heard a girl's husky voice in my ear. I turned to see Stacey, one of my more regular hook ups next to me. She had a short pixie haircut that was dyed grey, vacant green eyes and a pretty face, a face that had cost her father a bomb especially when you added in her boob job. She was one of the girls that let me tie her up and lay back to enjoy, a girl that when I gave orders to did them to get what she wanted rather than because it was her nature.
"Hey yourself." I murmured in a smooth voice that couldn't have been more forced. I appraised her in a way to show that I was interested which again couldn't have been more forced. She was wearing a leather miniskirt with suspender patterned tights and a tight vest top. The outfit wouldn't have been that slutty in my eyes but when my eyes dropped to the floor her shoes ruined it. They were the same ones Katie had been wearing earlier but she'd made them look like an invitation that had to be worked for unlike Stacey. She just looked easy.
"You looked a little down so I thought I'd come and...keep you company." Her voice dropped an octave lower on the last bit to make it clear what kind of company she was.
Just the distraction I needed. "Fancy keeping me company elsewhere?" I offered.
She laughed a horrible imitation of a little girl's high pitched giggle. "My place or yours?"
"Yours and you're driving." I got off my stool and started to walk towards the door. I could hear her heels clicking quickly behind me. I didn't want to be anywhere near anything that reminded me of Katie right now and was way past the limit.
We got into her car and drove quickly to hers. Along the way she stroked my crotch, telling me she couldn't wait till I was in her. I kept on a straight face and didn't look at her until we arrived at her apartment. It wasn't a flat, too big and expensive to be classed as one.
I looked over to her and wished she had long hair that I could tangle my fingers in to make her look at me, blonde, unruly long hair. I sighed on the inside and made do with grabbing her chin, forcing her eyes to mine.
"Go upstairs, get undressed and I want you on all fours on the bed. You have a twenty second head start before I follow and if you're not ready you will regret it." I ordered her. There was no point adding the last bit because she would be where I wanted her, annoyingly pliant and no need for correction.
She smiled broadly. "As you wish." That reaction to my order was not what I wanted at all but it would have to do. She scurried out of the car, went into the lobby and got into the awaiting lift. She had already started removing her clothes before the doors even closed. She didn't have to be worried about emerging naked in a corridor because she lived in the penthouse.
I counted the twenty seconds in my head before following her path. When I got to her apartment her clothes were in a pile on the sofa with the door open to her bedroom. She was where I told her to be with her head at the foot of the bed. I wasn't aroused by her body poised ready for me and I felt bad for her. But she wanted this and so did I to a degree so I continued on my path into the room.
She looked at me with a manufactured seductive smile on her face. "Don't move unless I tell you to"
I let my hand trail a line from her shoulder to the curve of her ass. My hand cupped her generous cheek, curving my fingers so that I could feel the moistness coating her lower lips. Her breathe hitched. She was already wet enough for me to fuck which was a good thing. I walked back around to face her unbuttoning my jeans as I went.
Her face was level with my flaccid penis. "Why aren't you hard?" She asked slightly irritated.
"I had a lot to drink. Now suck." I ordered.
She shrugged before enveloping me in her mouth. She gave a good blowjob so I was hard in no time. I pulled free from her and walked back around before climbing onto the bed behind her. I quickly slid on a condom before circling her clit a few times. I grasped her hips and plunged into her and she made a porn star noise. I shook my head and continued to fuck her in steady stroked, building up her pleasure. Images of Katie kept popping into my head but I pushed them aside. She pushed her hips back onto me, telling me to fuck her harder and that I was the best shag ever. Stacey came four times before I managed to have a unsatisfactory orgasm. I rectified myself and got off the bed.
"See you around Stacey." I told her before walking towards the door.
"Is that it?" She demanded.
"You know it is Stacey." I admonished.
Before she could reply I was out the door. I shouldn't take my frustration out on Stacey but I couldn't help it. Katie was on my mind and I was all hyped up. I needed someone else to take my frustration out on but in a different way. I took my phone out and called my friend Jay. He was five years older than me and owned an exclusive BDSM club on the outskirts of town.
"What do you want?" He answered gruffly. Manners weren't his strong point.
"I need a sub for tonight. One that's into toys, medium pain, orgasm denial and doesn't want sex."
"She'll be ready for when you get here." He confirmed before hanging up. Being a long standing member and a certified dom had its perks. Now I could distract myself with tormenting a willing sub's little body.
Katie:
I woke the next morning feeling like a pile of shit. My eyes and head hurt from crying and there was a dull throb between my legs. I suppose that that would be a nice reminder of the night before for most but for me I was just angry and upset and this reminded me why. I looked at my clock to see that it was twelve in the afternoon. I'd forgotten to set my alarm the night before and had slept right through. Not that it mattered; I didn't feel up to doing anything today anyway. I got out of bed and stretched before dressing in a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt and tied my hair up.
I felt a little confused about the things I enjoyed last night but did not want to tell anyone about them. I had a vague awareness of domination and submission in sex but not enough to put myself at ease because the words made an unpleasant picture in my head.
I looked around upstairs for Lola before going downstairs. Max was sitting in the living room staring into space. I thought to myself sound cheerful when you talk. "Do you know where Lola is?" I asked but my voice didn't come out cheerful at all. I didn't sound like myself.
Max looked at me. "That rich kid she's been seeing turned up this morning and told her they were going to France until Monday." he told me.
