Blake Demands Submission

"Not for me?" I teased, my last bit of strength and resistance going into those words because the truth was I knew the path we were on and I knew that he was going to have me one way.

"You owe me," he smiled, "You do. And I think you know it too. You don't want to be cruel. Don't want to leave me with blue balls again."

"I thought Kim took care of those for you," I asked.

He nodded, "She did. And she was fun. The little blonde number I brought back to my room for the night was fun too, but none of them was nearly what I wanted."

Blake pushed forward and closed the distance, his lips brushing against mine as he spoke, You, Emily, you're what I want."

"Why me?" I mewled, "What makes me so special?"

Instead of answering he pushed forward, closing that little bit of distance between us as his lips connected with mine. He pressed deep and hard and tasted me, his tongue sliding into my mouth so quick and so eager as he kissed me while he pulled me into him.

Instantly I tensed and pushed back against him. My hands pressed palms forward into his chest and my fingers curled against him, my nails pricking at him through his shirt. I squirmed but soon, unbidden and almost unknown to me, I moaned as my reservations melted and I started to respond to him.

Closing my lips around his tongue and sucking on it. Teasing his tongue with my own and then chasing him as he retreated back until I was bending into him and feeling into him and instead of clawing at his chest I was lavishing in the hard solidity of the man who had me in his arms.

And when he pulled back in the end I was left grasping at nothing. And when he stepped back I was standing, swaying, with my eyes shut as I breathed heavily and almost panted from my need for him.

How could he be so cruel?

"That," he explained as I struggled, "That's why I want you. I want your fire. I want your need. I want you to need more than you want and hate more than anything else."

My eyes flickered open, blazing as I stared daggers at him while he laughed at my misfortune.

"I want you to want more than you can bear. And I want you to give yourself to me in spite of yourself."

I shook my head slowly but I knew he had me dead to rights.

Blake had satisfied me last night. He'd made me cum so badly that it had stayed with me afterwards through all my other encounters and frankly he'd made me cum so hard, so good, so needy, that it probably led me on to everything else.

His touch had awoken something in me and I couldn't deny that I liked the way it turned out. Last night begging Lucas to have me in the kitchen and in the shower beforehand where I'd made myself cum and it wasn't enough.

It made me dream of more and wake up so needy and frankly it was Blake, more than anyone, that had probably led me to what I did today. Blake who had made me give myself to not one but two strangers and Rachel had a hand in it but I don't know that I would have been as ready if it hadn't been for him.

God. Was it even noon yet? Still the morning and already I'd sucked two cocks and they had both been so good, so tasty, so satisfying each in their own way.

And if Blake had a part in that, had a hand in awakening that in me...

Well who was I to say that maybe he didn't deserve the same treatment?

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