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Amber
I want you naked and kneeling on the bed with your ass facing the door. I’m going to fill every inch of you with so much cum, it’s going to be leaking from your pores. Get ready, baby, because I’m going to spend the night fucking you until you can no longer breathe.
I shivered as I read the text. Every inch of me came alive with anticipation. Not knowing whenhewould arrive. Would it be in a few minutes? Hours? Longer? I never knew and I liked it that way. We preferred it. The not knowing. The buildup leading to the final explosion. It was more exciting when things were left to chance and not planned.
Sammy Butcher and I had been sleeping together for a while now but every time with him was new and exciting. It always left me wanting more. No matter how many times he fucked me within an inch of my life, my craving for him never dwindled. He knew it and took advantage of it.
The first night together he broke my table.
The next time, he damn near broke my soul.
What we had was fun but at the same time, it was dangerous as hell. Because even though he was a dick most times, I still texted him when I needed to feel him deep and powerful inside of me.
He knew that no matter what, I couldn’t get enough of him. I often wondered if something was wrong with me. I should know my worth and want to be treated like a queen. I did but I also liked to be fucked dirty against a wall. Or feel that delicious slice of pain as his palm connected with my cheek when he was deep inside me. He figured out rather quickly that I gave as good as I got. Both of us enjoyed that delicious slice of pain but at the same time, I liked to be held and protected too. I knew Sammy would never hurt me and take things further than I liked.
“Pick a safeword.”
A safeword. A single word that would stop it all. He liked to try and make me use it, but I never did. I often thought he was challenging me in a way.
Most would think what we had was degrading, maybe it was, but I always consented. He was rough, powerful, took exactly what he wanted and gave it back to me in ways I never experienced before. He took care of me without even knowing it. Without even trying. I knew I was safe in his clutches. Even when his hands were wrapped around my throat. He made me realize that the dark side to sex was intoxicating with the right person and that it was okay to embrace it as long as we were safe.
While he threw vile words at me because he knew I liked it, he held me after. It was a contradiction in a way. With him being rough and vulgar during the act and then soft and gentle after. The after was my favorite. Always.
Placing the phone on my nightstand, I stripped and crawled onto the bed.
The sound of the door leading to my apartment closing sent a thrill rushing through me. I was so damn thankful I gave him that key because I liked not knowing when he would arrive. If I would be in the shower and have him join me unexpectedly or be sleeping and wake up with him beside me. Both of us liked not knowing.
But it looked like I wouldn’t have to wait too long for him.
I replayed his rules over in my head.
No kissing on the mouth.
Tell him if it gets to be too much and use my safeword if I needed but I never did because he knew that I could take it. That I could take him.
Allof him.
Amber
Some time before…
When I pulled upin front of Rouge, I almost kept going. Motorcycles of all different shapes and sizes littered the parking lot. A sense of trepidation washed over me, knowing who was going to be within those walls. Walls that had been my safe place for as long as I could remember untilhetainted them with his never-ending mood swings.
I knew he was there because I could sense him. As much as I didn’t want it to happen, my heart fluttered at the possibility of going toe to toe with Sammy Butcher once again. Maybe tonight would be the night that he would actually talk to me. Only a handful of words had passed between us ever since I’d met him. I wished that he would talk to me instead of giving me one of his signature scowls. But maybe this was what he liked and how he wanted it.
“What the hell do you want, Sammy?” I demanded, placing my hands on my hips. I had only just met him a few days before and all he had done since, was glare at me. Every time I stood on that stage, he looked my way. A dark shadow would pass over his face. I would smirk, knowing it pissed him off every time I walked up to the pole and began to dance. And he would only stare at me. But that was it. He didn’t do or say anything, and it was enough to drive me mad.
“You’ll figure it out, Red.” Sammy pushed a loose strand of hair behind my ear. The touch had been so gentle, especially coming from someone like him, I was momentarily shocked as a result. He frowned, noticed what he had just done, and that familiar scowl appeared on his face once again. “Just hurry the fuck up. My dick and I are getting impatient.”
Although I had been called Red ever since I was a little girl, when Sammy used it, it did funny things to my belly. A vibrant shade of crimson covered my tresses. But I wasn’t like a lot of redheads. I didn’t have a single freckle on my pale skin. I remembered as a child how I would dab tiny dots on my flesh with a black or brown marker. I felt different without them. I could never hide because my hair always gave away my location. I was always found. By them. By everyone. Byhim.
When I pulled into the parking lot, a sense of relief left me that my space hadn’t been taken. Not that it was ever assigned to me technically and it was a free-for-all, but I liked parking in it. It was closest to the door at the side of the building. I could get in without being seen and leave just the same.
I had been working at Rouge for a couple of months now and I considered the staff part of my family. Even my mom welcomed them into her life with open arms.
Killing the engine, I went to reach for my bag when a rough tap on the window made me jump. My head whipped around, my stomach twisting at the dark shadow standing by my car.
“Open up.” Although the deep voice was muffled, I knew instantly who it was. I tried denying it but even my body knew. It reacted to him. Always. Especially when he was in one of his moods. “Red, open.Now.”
