Natasha's Point of View
Remington and I became super close, like really super close. We never actually put a label on our relationship and we didn't exactly refer to each other as boyfriend and girlfriend but we did spend most of our free time together. We got to know one another on a level that was deeper than a normal friendship. Plus, there was the sex. Oh man the sex! Having sex with Remington was like going into another dimension. Everything else just cease to exist when we came together, figuratively and literally.
That being said, though our dynamic was like that of two best friends who'd grown up together because after the whole thing of him showing up at my door and fucking me within an inch of my life we started to hang out and not just have sex. Okay, we did have sex but we also hung out. We played video games (which he mostly won but whatever) we went shopping and we went to the movies on a regular basis. It even got to the point where I was telling him about my day and the people who I worked with. I told him about how much I admired my boss and that I hoped at the end of my internship she'd take me on properly. I told him about my work friends and how I like a handful. I even told him about the guy who sits opposite my desk, another intern that is constantly trying to undermine me, wanting a job just like I did. I told him about the other guy that is a little too friendly, always staring at my chest whenever I leant over. All of this was cool and everything but in the back of my mind I always had a miniscule voice that was telling me that I didn't belong. Not with him, not with anyone. It all started on the second night that I'd slept with him. I didn't remember even biting him, let alone swallowing his blood. It had made me become so angry, but not just angry. I became paranoid and jealous. The worst thing is, that wasn't the first time I'd drank his blood. In all honestly I drank his blood almost every time he was inside me. I don't even know that I'm doing it until it's too late.
"Natasha, you've been here for ages now honey." Heather, my boss walked into the office that I shared with three other people who went home over an hour ago. "I appreciate your hard working ethic and everything but you need to go home."
"I'm almost finished editing this piece and then I promise I'll leave." I gave her a weak smile. I was tired, really fucking tired but I was almost done and everyone knew that I hated to leave things unfinished. "I promise." I repeated and her uncertain expression changed.
With an amused grin Heather rummaged through the 'in' tray on the filing cabinet by the door. "Well I'm going home now and don't think for one second that I don't know you're not on the rotor to work tomorrow, madam." She gave me a wave over her shoulder as she exited the office.
I quickly added whatever finishing touches to the article that I could because in all honesty, staring at this computer screen was the last thing I wanted to do on a Friday night. I had no plans though, Anna was constantly with Emerson these days and I rarely got to see her. I'd been trying for a while to get her out on a girls night but she'd always have plans with him. I didn't mind so much because I liked to see her happy and Emerson quite obviously did that. I just missed her that's all.
I backed up my save onto my memory stick and was just about to shut down the computer when all of the lights suddenly went out. I wasn't scared of the dark or anything but I had to admit that I was feeling a little frightened because this had never happened here before. The only source of light was the faint trickle of the emergency light in the main office by the fire door. Reaching for my bag, I got up from my chair and that was when the scent hit me and I knew I wasn't alone in the room any more. The hairs on the back of my neck raised as I felt a cool finger tip trace a pattern down my arm.
"I thought we were meeting tomorrow?" I don't know why my voice was barely above a whisper. He did this to me, every single fucking time.
"I couldn't wait." His voice was husky in my ear. I tried to turn my head to kiss him but he stopped me, keeping me with my back to him. "I couldn't stop thinking about you," His hand reached down to my pencil skirt and gripped my left butt cheek making me groan in response. "Couldn't stop thinking about this ass." His hand continued to knead the muscle as his other hand pulled on the zip. My skirt fell to the floor and he did along with it, feeling his lips pressed against the lace covered skin as he pressed open mouthed kisses against my back side.
"You're such an ass man." I chuckled. Normally I'd have been freaking out about what we were doing in a public place, my work place in fact but I couldn't bring myself to care. All rational thought leaves my head as soon as I'm in close proximity to this guy. His fingers hooked themselves into the sides of my underwear and went to work on pulling them down my legs until they fell at ankles with the skirt. I kicked the discarded material away with my foot and went to remove my foot from my high heeled shoe but his hand grabbed hold of my ankle, stopping me from doing so.
"Keep the shoes on." He breathed out as his hand found it's way from my ankle up to my thigh. With one last kiss to my ass he stood back up so he was behind me. His hands moved to my silky shirt and began to unbutton the material slowly until he revealed my matching bra. The silk and lace combo slid along my arms and then off onto the floor. "You make me fucking crazy, Natasha all the fucking time." His breath was like a cool breeze across my neck as he breathed in my scent; something he did a lot of the time. I knew he craved my blood. I could tell because his eye's always became just that little bit darker whenever he was around me. I admired his control because evidently he had more of it that I did.
I felt him unhook my bra and I quickly held onto the cups so it wouldn't fall and expose my breasts just yet. He was wearing way too many clothes and it just wasn't fair at the moment. I quickly turned around to face him and took a step back so I could admire him in the small amount of light I had. My eye's had adjusted to the darkness but I couldn't really make out any of his facial features. He was just a tall spiky haired silhouette. I knew he could see me more clearly because I was stood in the streak of light that filtered in from the small window in the door. I gave him a challenging look and held onto my tits so that he couldn't see them.
"If you want me fully naked, you're gonna have to lose the clothes big boy." I wanted my voice to sound strong and confident but it came out breathy and desperate. I didn't have the ability to care about that because all I could think of was that even though his body and the room was cool I was on fire. I wanted his hands all over me. I wanted so much more but I didn't want to get into that in the moment. I watched as he removed his leather jacket, then came the black hoodie he always wore under it. Then off came the shirt which would reveal the muscular body that I couldn't see in the dimness of the room. Then his hands went to work on his belt as he kicked off his boots and then pulled his jeans along with his boxers down his legs. He didn't say a word and neither did I as I let the bra fall from my chest and exposed my breasts to his gaze.
He slowly backed me against the nearest wall and before I felt the coldness of it against my back he quickly span me around and pressed me against it, my chest crushed against the concrete, or whatever it is that this old building is made out of. My hands lay palm down against the wall as he kicked my feet apart and settled in behind me. His hand moving from my hip, to my ass and then in between my thighs. I knew I was already soaking wet and I had a feeling he did too but he always made a grunt of appreciation whenever he found out how wet he'd made me. His middle finger sought out my clitoris and rubbed in slow deliberate circles as he whispered into my ear.
"Tomorrow, I have something planned." He said. "The whole day is ours but tonight?" His finger sped up slightly making me quiver and whimper out, my cheek pressed against the wall. "Tonight I'm going to fucking ravish you against this wall, and then on your desk, and then I'm going to eat your tight little pussy on that guy's desk that always stares at your tits." His other hand cups my chin and turns my face to his, finally claiming my mouth in a kiss that leaves me gasping for breath, his tongue doing what it does best. "Because you're mine, Natasha." He breaks away from my lips to say the words. "Fucking mine."
As the words leave his mouth my pussy clenches with an orgasm that only leaves me feeling empty because I want more, I want him. His hands grip onto my hips, making my back arch and my ass stick out before I feel his hard cock enter me slowly, fucking me against the wall like he promised me he would do just mere minutes ago. He kept a slow pace but continued to slowly fuck me with such a possessive force that each time his hips connected with my ass, my nipples rubbed against the smooth wall creating another type of friction that had me mewling out like a hungry cat in season. His fingertips digging into the plump skin of my hips, knowing that he was trying to take things slowly, make it last before he exploded. I knew as well as he did that he could go a lot harder, and we both knew that eventually he would. Just not quite yet.
He continued with the slow but hard thrusting, my hands pressed against the wall, threatening to push through the bricks with each thrust. I wanted so much more, just like always but more than anything I wanted to come, because I was so fucking close but the pace he was going at was constantly bringing me to the edge but keeping me there, almost ready to fall. He knew it too. He knew just what buttons to press, how to drive me wild with one look. He knew how to touch me, how to fuck me. He knew it from the first night we'd slept together and it only seemed to get better the more we did it. He quickly memorised every curve of my body and what I liked. He knew what to whisper in my ear to get me throbbing and soaking wet. He was just perfect and that scared me.
"Go and lean over your desk." He pulled out with a quickness that left me feeling like there was an empty void between my legs, but it didn't last long. I quickly scurried over to my desk, pushing the chair out of the way and resting my hands on the glass table, pushing my ass out so he could get a good view. Before I could process what was happening he was behind me, taking his cock in his hand and rubbing the head against my pussy. He did this for a little while, dipping it into the opening, teasing me into thinking he was going to push into me only to pull out and rub against my clit making me flinch each time. He pressed it against the nub, the coldness of it almost like an ice cube, something we'd actually experimented with a few times. Then he tucked his dick into the crevice of my ass and began to grind into my ass crack. He did this a lot and I knew for a fact that he wanted to go inside my ass. He was obsessed with my ass and being an anal virgin I'd never actually let him do it. Fingers was overwhelming enough and his cock is HUGE! I just couldn't see it working. Anna had told me that if he did it properly I'd love it, but I couldn't bring myself to tell her that the size of his cock was much too big for me to even think about that.
I knew he could hear those thoughts because I swear to god I heard him chuckle slightly as he pushed against my ass. His hands holding the cheeks together to get as much friction as he could. I was about to ask him to just fuck me already but he beat me to it and quickly pushed his cock into my now soaking wet and swollen cunt. This time he didn't hold back as he held onto my hips and rammed his cock into me hard and fast. His hand striking down against my ass with a smack that echoed throughout the room. I came so fucking hard that I screamed his name so loud he actually laughed and put his hand over my mouth to muffle the screams.
