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It’s My Party I Can Cry If I Want To
“Happy Birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Hunter! Happy birthday to you!” Candy sings merrily into the phone. Though I’m seated alone in a booth in a dark corner of a kink club, I can’t resist the goofy smile on my face. She never misses a year.
“Thanks, Candy.”
“So what’s all the way in Vegas?”
“Do I really need a reason to come to Sin City?” Candy doesn’t need to know the truth. It’s been hell for the past three years. I pushed everyone away, except for Hero and Naya. Candy was no exception. She’s fine though. Candy has Kendrick, her boyfriend of two years.
“I guess you’re right,” she sighs into the phone. “Will you be back in time to be at my graduation?”
I stare down at my water bottle on the table, wishing I got something stronger because the guilt is strangling me. But I wouldn’t dare touch the stuff. I refuse to give up control, even to something as temporary as intoxication. “Yeah, isn’t it three months from now? I’ll be there.” She squeals into the phone and I have to hold it away from my ear for my own protection. When she settles down I tell her, “Save me a piece of birthday cake. I’ll be home soon.”
“K. Bye. Oh, wait…Isabel came by today she left you a—”
“Card. Yeah, she never misses a year either. Put it up with my cake. Later, Candy.” I end the call, shoving my mobile back in my pocket. Unimaginable dread fills my entire body on the fourteenth of February of every year. It’s quite ironic that I am born on Valentine’s Day considering my mother didn’t want me at all. I am a gaping error in her existence.
Raking a hand down my face, my eyes dart to a feminine silhouette in a bunny costume. Like me, she doesn’t conceal her identity with a mask, but that’s not what initially drew my attention. It’s the fact that she has denied every guy and girl in here. I can’t help but think she’s looking for a challenge, and with the way I’m feeling, a distraction could be a very productive way to occupy my night in Vegas.
I chug down the water and make my way to her. She gives me a critical once-over, taking in my business casual white shirt and dark trousers and black boots. I had to wear something suitable for my book signing from earlier today. A hoodie and a pair of jeans just wouldn’t make the cut. Or so my agent Stanley tells me. Her dark brown eyes revert back to a Reggie Bush lookalike, who is at the bar with two girls that are practically clawing each other to get to his dick first.
“Sorry, you’re not my type,” she announces, clearly dismissing me.
The rejection actually elicits a smile from me. “I can make you sway. May I sit?”
She shrugs and I slide into the booth right next to her. I take this opportunity to scrutinize the victim of my insatiable desires that will ultimately be played out during the course of tonight.
She anxiously taps her neon-glittered nails on the table, to the beat of her heart.
I’m making her nervous.
This is going great.
“So what’s your name?”
“Do you really care?” I say, pushing a strand of dark hair behind her ear.
She shudders and her eyes expand. I notice that she has naturally large eyes; they’re doll-like and disarming. She’s a looker alright. I let my fingertips glide down her neck, then I draw languid circles on her collarbone. This goes on for a while. I feel her reaction to me and it’s all physical. Her breath hitches and she squirms in her seat, pressing her thighs together. My seduction is going very well. “What are your hard limits and safeword?”
“How do you know that I’m even leaving with you?”
I press my lips to her ear, my nose taking in the scent of sweet jasmine. “Because it looks like you’re just dying to come. I can promise you that and much more.” Closing my eyes, I drag my nose along her soft cheek, nipping the edge of her jaw.
She gasps and attempts to flee, but I embrace her as I would a lover, as would I Isabel, and hold her close to me. I cradle her desperately, like she’s the most precious thing to me, like I never want to lose her.
Her erratic heart pounds against my own. This little bunny likes persistence. It’s simply a cat and mouse game. I chase the mouse until I snag it by the tail and devour the quivering thing in the end.
“My room or yours?” she whispers.
Smiling, I take her hand and escort her out the club into the corridor that leads to a bank of elevators. This building is efficient severing as a lavish hotel above and kinky nightclub below. We ride the elevator to the very top floor.
I toss off my shirt and push her down on the bed once we’re inside my suite. With impatient hands, I strip her of her bunny suit, kissing her hungrily. She smells like a lush garden of fruit. So fucking sweet. It’s been a very longtime since I’ve been inside a woman.
“Wait…wait,” she pants between kisses.
I force myself to stop and actually look at her and, for the first time, I notice the remarkable color of her eyes which are a majestic aqua green color with gold flecks. Her midnight blue wavy hair spills over her breasts. The very end of the tips is pastel teal and curls. It’s like I captured a fairy. I have to have her. Her beauty is too potent. There’s no way I’m letting her go, at least for tonight anyway.
Running my hands down the length of her golden brown skin I ask, “What’s wrong?”
“Kissing is a hard limit for me. No kissing. Just fuck me senseless. No making love. No taking it slow. Rough and hard,” she whispers to me.
“What’s your safeword?”
“Banana.”
Smiling deceivingly, I nod and peel off both our clothes until she’s nude and shaking under me. Staring down at her, I become frustrated with myself. I don’t know if it was entirely subconscious or maybe I even did subliminally but this girl has familiar features: Her wide vivid eyes, her innocent and sweet face, and her ethnicity, which is a concoction of things.
Misery erupts in my chest, spreading at an alarming rate. She cups my face. “Are you okay? You don’t look good. Do you need a moment?”
Instead of answering, I carelessly swat her hands away and reach for a condom inside the nightstand, tearing it open with my teeth. One hand spreads her legs open, the other rolls the condom on. “You’re wet enough,” I growl, thrusting into her.
Her breath hitches each time I dive into her. I don’t hold back anything. I give her all my weight, all my pain, all my strength. She willingly takes everything I have to offer inside of her like she can’t get enough of this shit. Her moans are little breathy gasps…just like Isabel’s. I watch captivated as her pretty eyes transform into glossy and unfocused pleasure orbs. Her internal muscles squeeze the hell out of me. She’s so fucking tight it hurts.
I grip the backs of her soft thighs, driving deeper into her until I hit the bottom of her pussy, then I slow my rhythm until both of our orgasms are dawdling down. I bury my face in the side of her neck and breathe in the essence of who she is: Sweet cotton candy flowers. Our bodies are covered in sleek sweat, both our muscles trembling and begging for relief. The aroma of sex is heavy and intoxicating.
“Faster. Please faster,” she begs, her eyes screwed shut as she shamelessly grinds against my hard dick and attempts to get herself off.
My fingers harshly dig into the flesh of her hips, preventing her movement. She comes when I want her to, not a second sooner. I stare down at my fingers buried in her skin and smirk. She’s going to have a bruise tomorrow. She whimpers and I use her hips to jerk her down on my cock. She groans, and my smirk turns into a full-blown smile.
“Hush. No talking,” I say, feeling like my old self again.
She tosses her head back, screwing her pretty eyes closed. She reaches up and her fingers weave throughout my hair, tugging cruelly. Pain spikes through my scalp, shooting straight to my dick.
I press her wrists into the mattress with more force than needed, nipping the edge of her jaw with my teeth. She whispers something too low for me to hear. I look down at this beautiful woman in awe.
She’s clueless.
This little fairy of mine has no knowledge of the type of predator she’s bedded. The overwhelming desire to destroy her is too powerful to deny. I want to hurt her. The need to spread the misery is unrelenting and consuming. She’s going to need to use her safeword.
My nose slides down her cheek. I kiss her softly on the neck. She shivers and opens her eyes with a confused expression. My thrusts are tender and smooth. I pull all the way out before pushing back into her, reaching my shaft.
I release her wrists and explore her tits with my hands, squeezing them and biting and licking her nipples. She keeps shivering. I am now taking my time to actually enjoy this, feeling every part of her body with my hands and cock. She’s extremely soft and smells mouthwatering. If I close my eyes, for even the briefest of seconds, I bet I can imagine Isabel in her place, with her gentle face and her legs wide-open…
“Faster,” she pants.
I go slower, withdrawing my dick and gently pressing into her over and over again. My balls tighten as I feel her pussy grip at me.
But I keep my eyes focused on her with sharp accuracy. I don’t want to miss a single thing. I place a palm flat down on her abdomen, gently stroking her stomach. “You feel me in your belly, cutie? I’m not going to stop until you come.”
She narrows her eyes accusingly and begins to grunt, trying her best not to give into the inevitable. She knows what I’m doing. She understands that I am no longer fucking her…the way she wants anyway.
I urge her on with my eyes.
Do it!
Use your safeword because I’m not going to stop until you do!
Her body begins to quiver fiercely. To add salt to injury, I press my lips to her ear and whisper, “You’re so damn pretty. If I could, I’d tie you to this bed and fuck you until you could no longer walk. I’d keep you here with me forever. Would you like that? Would you like to be my little fairy?”
She squeezes her eyes shut and half whimpers, half grunts. She comes on me, and that sets off my own orgasm.
I get off on her struggle not to give into me.
How fucked is that?
My mouth covers her trembling lips and I swallow her moans of ecstasy, her moans of distress. They feed the insatiable monster within me. When I attempt to move, she locks her legs around my waist, bringing me forward and pushing my dick all the way inside of her again.
Ivy stars up at me with shimmering tears in her eyes. My afterglow of nirvana is a bit damped. “I’ve never been hurt so good,” she whispers.
I grin down at her because I fully comprehend what she means. This, by far, might be the most painful thing that she has experienced but it also feels just as good. There is no misinterpretation here.
I hurt her by not fucking her like she wanted, but she liked it.
“You should go. I need to sleep now,” I murmur, clearly dismissing her.
Her brows furrow for a moment, briefly displaying the pain I caused before it’s masked away. She gives me a small spiteful smile, lovingly running a hand down my face and grips my chin. “You know, you’re way too pretty to be that evil,” she narrows her eyes to a shrewd and assessing degree. “What’s the matter, beautiful boy? Daddy didn’t love you enough, or perhaps Mommy didn’t.” I cringe when she says Mommy. She doesn’t miss it. She jerks my chin towards her when I turn my head to avoid her calculating glare. “Was Mommy a whore?”
“Close,” I say, smiling though my body is on fire. She found my weak spot. I don’t like exposing my weak spots to anyone…except Isabel. This little fairy is going to beat on that spot until is cracks wide-open.
Fuck!
We stare at one another for a while, weighing each other’s weaknesses and vulnerability, the air growing thick with sizzling tension. Then she smiles, it’s a pure smile with nothing sinister or malicious lurking behind it. “I like you.”