The Lies In The Love

Chapter Three- Fufill My Needs Like You Promised

Danielle

We step into my luxurious penthouse. Callan appears surprised as he looks around my fancy, expensive apartment.

“Damn, this place is incredible. How do you afford such a place?”

“I work hard. What I do is not important. I didn’t bring you here for small talk,” I reply.

He doesn’t need to know what I do. I am in a successful partnership with a male friend from college, running a software design company. I am the only woman who works in the place. My friend isn’t suited for leadership, so I’m the one in charge of everyone. I prefer it that way, anyway.

“Okay, whatever you want, sweetness. I’ve already expressed that I am available for you to use as you wish tonight. We won’t chat if you don’t want to.”

“Good. My desire is for you to fulfill the promise you made to me. Are you up for the challenge? Can you render me powerless and make me plead for you?” I ask.

It would be a pleasant change to be the submissive one, obeying commands. I love the confident, independent, hardworking, feisty woman I am, but is it wrong of me to want something different, even for one night?

With his hand on my hips, he draws me close and assures me, “I can fulfill all your desires. I could also get you to drop to your knees for me,” he replies, full of confidence.

“I am glad you think so. I don’t get on my knees for just anyone, you know,” I reply, biting on my lower lip.

“By the end of the night, I’ll be one of those people.”

“Aren’t you confident?”

“Yes, but I think that is exactly what you are looking for. You’re requesting that I take charge of the situation. You need me, too,” he rasps.

How can he understand my desires after just meeting me an hour ago? I swallow hard. “Yes, it is.” I breathe out.

He caresses my cheek with his rough thumb pad. “It is what I am best at.”

“Prove it.” I challenge.

“Are you certain about those words? I may push you beyond your limits.”

He moves his hand along my back and onto my ass, giving it a firm squeeze.

“I want my limits to be pushed. That’s the problem. Everyone is too afraid to push me. I am not some fragile little doll. I won’t break.” I say honestly.

“I have no problem manhandling you.” He chuckles.

I moan and squeeze my thighs together. The sound of it is one I like. I move closer to press my lips against his. He doesn’t waste a second before kissing back, letting out a groan. He walks us backwards and pushes my back forcefully against the wall. I let out a loud gasp as the wetness between my thighs intensifies. With ease, he flips me around and firmly presses my stomach against it.

He comes up behind me, his front against my back, and his excitement digs into my ass. Damn, the man feels like he is packing. I groan, moving my hips to meet his arousal. He hisses in response.

“As sexy as this dress is, it is time for it to come off.”

He places his fingers on the zipper, sliding it down. He slips it off my shoulder, kissing over them and finally letting it fall to the floor. With his knee, he forces my legs apart and then rubs it between my thighs.

My nails scrape down the wall as I cry out, feeling the friction. His soft lips brush against my ear, his warm breath teasing the skin beneath it. “You’re already falling apart, and I’ve barely begun.”

He nips on my lower ear, and I whimper. It is one of my sweet spots. Next thing, his hand comes between my thighs, and he cups my p***y with it. My head falls forward, and a throaty moan escapes from my lips.

“Do you need a f*****g that bad, baby girl?” he asks seductively, kissing my neck.

I whisper a timid “Yes.”

He wraps his fingers in my hair and tugs at it, yanking my head back. “I will f**k you when I am ready and not before it. Do you understand?”

A shiver courses through me, and the pulsating sensation between my legs increases.

I whimper, “Yes. I understand.”

I would rather him f**k me right now, but I did tell him I wanted him to take control, and it is what he is doing.

He gives my ass a firm smack. “Good girl.”

Fuck! It has been a while since someone has called me that. My legs almost give way beneath me.

“You enjoy being called that, don’t you, beautiful?” he groans.

I eagerly nod my head. Callan turns me to face him, and his body traps me between him and the wall. “I hope you are a naughty one, too.”

I bite my lower lip. “You’ll have to find out.”

His hand lands on my throat. I gulp and inhale sharply. It is stirring something in me that I have never experienced before. It’s something no man has attempted before. He stares at me, watching my reaction.

“What about this? Do you like that?”

“It would seem so. No one has done it before.” I breathe out.

I watch the look on his entire face change. “I am the first?” he asks, a smirk forming on his lips as his eyes darken.

“Yes, and you like the fact that you are.”

He removes his hand. “Yes. Are there any other firsts I could give you tonight?”

“I don’t know. You’ll have to find out for yourself, I suppose.”

Callan could still teach me, despite my experience. He gives off a vibe of being open and experimental. The type of man I crave. I will be highly disappointed if he is all talk and I end up with another disappointing s*x situation.

“Then should we get started?” he asks.

“Yes, please.”

Tonight, I’ll allow him to do as he pleases with me, within certain boundaries. I need him to set my world on fire and scratch the itch. If he can’t, I’m definitely giving up. He is my last try, my last hope for good s*x—one to help me enjoy again.