The Good Girl (9 page)

Gazing at him, I knew he was everything a fine male specimen should be...the broad shoulders, strong neck, muscular arms, and built chest that tapered down to the most perfect washboard abdomen I had ever seen. His waist was just the right width...enough to be manly, but at the same time...perfect for my hips to sit on and my thighs to grip. Never had I wanted anyone like I wanted him.

“Are you sure you want to do this, Willow?” He asked quietly. His back arched some as I continued to writhe my way up and down the length of his penis.

“Definitely,” I admitted with a smile.

With that, everything changed. Suddenly, Wyatt had taken control of the situation, taken control of me. In my state, it didn’t take much. It felt like I was looking at life through a tunnel, but at the same time, physically...everything was heightened...the emotions, the sense of touch. Rolling me over onto my back, he began kissing me passionately, our lips fitting together with surprising ease, our tongues sparring playfully. Soon, his hands were roaming over my body, and those masterful fingers had found the clasps for the corset. One by one, I could feel the garment loosening.

Breathing became impossible...or maybe it was just because anticipation had me holding it. Seconds later, with the opening of the last hook, he grabbed the corset and threw it. Leaning back, he gazed at me lying there wearing only panties and thigh highs.

“You are so beautiful,” he murmured as he rubbed his hands up my sides, stopping only when he was in a position to cup my breasts. “C cup,” he said. “My favorite.”

Before I could comment, question how he could possibly know what size my boobs were, he had captured a nipple in his mouth and was nibbling it, applying just enough pressure to have me moaning in pleasure before he released it and suckled instead. With his free hand, he had managed to somehow cup my ass. For the first time, my body was completely alive. This.
This
was how it was supposed to be. So many points of our bodies connecting, so many parts of me ablaze for him...his attentions. Without thinking, my thighs wrapped around his hips and my pelvis rose to grind against him.

Inhaling sharply, he gazed down at me with a look I can only describe as a mixture of admiration and heat. Could he be lusting after me, too? “You are undeniably sexy, doll,” he said before he dropped his head once more and worked on kissing and licking his way down my body.

There was too much space between all the parts I wanted all over me. No longer was his erection pressing so pleasantly against my clitoris. No longer was his mouth on my breast or my lips. My patience was wearing thin. My desire was running on overdrive. Before I could protest or complain in any way, his mouth was on my panties, licking and breathing bursts of hot air onto my crotch, doing his best to make me wet from the outside while I was doing my best to soak them from the inside. Like the expert he was, he pulled my panties down in one swift movement and made me gasp. Without warning, he was back between my thighs, his face hovering over my most intimate part.

His tongue shot out of his mouth and began lavishing attention like I had never experienced, never imagined.
It felt...incredible, so incredible that the gasp was replaced with a moan. “Oh Wyatt…” Smiling, he only licked and sucked more until I had seemingly lost control of my body as evidenced by the way my hips writhed against his face. Though my eyes had closed while I savored every aspect of this moment, they shot open again when I realized that he had moved. It was no longer his tongue that was positioned against my hot, wet opening. Instead, it was his penis. Bracing myself, I prepared. This part I knew. The pain would be sharp. The pleasure would fade. So I waited, eyes closed, teeth gritted together. When the pain didn’t come, I opened one eye hesitantly.

Smiling down at me, Wyatt threw his head back in a chuckle while he ripped open a condom. Relaxing some, I knew this would buy me time. Oh, but he was a seasoned professional who could wrap his business with alarming speed. Too soon, his rock hard penis was pressing against me. Before I could even think about it, he was slipping inside me. It took me seconds to react. “Hey, it didn’t hurt!” I exclaimed.

Smirking, he said, “I think I was just insulted.”

Shaking my head, I explained.
“No, you have to know you are big.”

“Oh, sweet, innocent, Willow...I’m average...maybe slightly above average.” He waited patiently for my response.

“Not in my experience.” I laid there and wiggled my hips experimentally. “Seriously...it doesn’t hurt.” Once again, the stupid drugs seemed to be making me overly emotional. Tears had begun to sting my eyes.

“Doll,” he murmured, leaning over me, “it’s not supposed to hurt.
It’s supposed to feel so good.” Then he whispered conspiratorially, “Rumor has it, it feels
even better
with someone you have a real connection with. At least...that’s what I’ve heard.” He winked at me, but his words had struck a chord. A light had gone on in a new room in my head. It’s not as though I had ever previously experienced this...painlessly. Now, he was suggesting that I might find it pleasurable. Huh.

Without waiting for another conversation to begin, I began to move my hips slightly.
It was frustrating. For some reason, I wasn’t experiencing this euphoria he had described. Right now...it was nothing much to write home about. Still, I couldn’t understand what my friends gossiped about. What was the big deal?

“Let me show you,” he murmured into my ear while his hips began to pull away from me. It was as though he had read my mind. Then he thrust forward once more. Only, it was far smoother than my inability to adequately express would suggest.

There was a beautiful fluidity to his movement. There was something amazing about how he was able to multi-task, to touch me so many places and kiss and lick and nip so many others. While I was all caught up in the logistics of it, I was also incredibly overcome by all the feelings and emotions this was stirring within me.
It’s the drugs, Willow.
I reminded myself again and again, but still, by the time I felt my body orgasm around him, contracting in glorious release while he was deep inside me, I was crying just as much as I was moaning in pleasure.

Curling up into a ball after he pulled out, I swiped at my face and fell asleep. Stupid drugs. Stupid Wyatt for making me feel.

When I woke, it was still dark and once again I found myself alone in his bed.
The only difference was that this time, when I looked around, Wyatt really was gone. Suddenly the room seemed colder and lonelier than it had before. Glancing at his pillow sadly, I found a piece of paper on it.

Doll,

#40 & #48

Call me if you wake up.

Next to the note...was my phone. When I grabbed it, I discovered a text message from him.

Look on the nightstand.

There I found a Gatorade with a message taped to the lid:

Drink me!

Made perfect sense.
The entire night had a surreal quality to it. It very well could be something out of
Alice in Wonderland.
Without further thought, I just started following his very explicit directions. Opening the top of the Gatorade, I began to drink, taking long swallows. It was as if I could feel each swig replenishing what I had lost within me. Feeling more myself again, I grabbed my phone and realized it was 4am, then I called Wyatt.

“Morning, doll!” He exclaimed happily by way of greeting.

“So, I wake up at 4am and even that isn’t early enough to catch you in bed with me? Really?” I laughed.

“I decided to drop off a paper to my professor early so I wouldn’t have to go in later this week,” he said.
“After all, I have bigger plans for us.”

“Oh, you do, do you?” I asked as I settled back on the bed lazily.

“Definitely,” he said intensely. “Now...did I just hear you lie back down in bed?”

Giggling, I replied, “Maybe…”

“Good, because I want you all warmed up for me when I get back. We have a nice long recovery day ahead.” He chuckled.

“Recovery day?” I questioned. “You know this is all new to me.”

“Yeah, I know, doll. Why do you think I asked if you had to be anywhere today? We’re going to take it easy. You are going to need that.” He was silent for a moment before speaking again and I was too tired to interject my thoughts...or I would have been if I had any. “Now...what are you wearing?” His voice had a seductive air to it that left me shivering in anticipation.

“Ummm, I seem to have on nothing but panties,” I murmured.

“Panties...yes, you put them back on just before you passed out while mumbling something that sounded like ‘good girls always wear panties.’” He laughed quietly.

“Ah, more Stone wisdom, I’m afraid,” I moaned.

“Don’t be afraid,” he said seriously, turning my words on me. “Just take those panties off.”

“Why?” I asked. Even though I was alone, I was too shy to be naked. God, my upbringing was killing me.

“Don’t question me, Willow,” he warned. “We have an agreement, remember?”

His words stung. Without answering, I pulled my black panties off and let them land on the floor beside the bed. “Done,” I mumbled. “No panties.”

“Good,” he said as his voice caressed me through the phone. “Now grab the remote off the nightstand.” His voice was sexy, yet firm. This man was not going to accept any refusal from me. For some reason, I found that to be both incredibly exciting and frightening. “Trust me, Willow,” he said, interrupting my thoughts as I moved to complete his assigned task. “I would never hurt you, never embarrass or humiliate you. My job is to make what feels completely foreign and unnatural to you, soon feel completely natural and comfortable. If you want this column, you need to be able to talk about all of this, right?”

Shyly, I nodded my head as I hit the power button on the remote. Then I realized there was a sticky note on the back. Flipping it over, I read the instructions and began to complete them one by one until the Blu-Ray player was humming to life and a porn popped up on the screen. Inhaling sharply, I realized that while I was shocked, I was also fascinated.

“Doll, I can’t hear your head nod. Are you with me?”

The playful tone had returned to his voice, making me laugh as I responded. “Yes, Wyatt, I want this column and I trust you.” As soon as the words escaped my lips, I realized that I really did. I
trusted
him. How was that possible? Being a Stone, I had been trained to not even truly trust the members of my family. Instead, we were taught to question everyone and everything, to discern the underlying reason for each and every action. Oh, but for some reason, I trusted
him
. Before I could give this more consideration, he was speaking.

“What’s happening on the movie, Willow?” His voice soothed me while drawing my attention back to the topic.

“Umm...there’s a guy and a girl in a cabin. There’s a fire burning. It’s a really pretty cabin…” My voice trailed off. In the very next moment, the guy had stripped the girl and she was on her knees in front of him, unzipping his pants, releasing his enormous penis. Maybe Wyatt really wasn’t being humble. Maybe he was only average because this guy...this porn star...was HUGE.

“Describe what they are doing. You can do this,” he said encouragingly. Just as I was about to open my mouth and do as he had requested, he upped the ante. “And...I want you to touch yourself while you watch and tell me what’s happening. Pretend it’s me touching you because just as soon as I get back there, it will be. We’ll recreate this movie.”

Shivers. That announcement gave me goose bumps and shivers and made me crave that closeness more than I ever imagined I would. The night before...though so mixed up in my mind due to being drugged...was still special to me. How could I ever confuse the affection, attention, and care Wyatt gave?

“What’s happening now, doll?” He asked lazily in a way that had me imagining him playing with one of my breasts.

Without hesitation, I reached up and grabbed my already erect nipple. Soon, I was tugging on it while my eyes were glued to the action on the screen. “She’s giving him a blow job, I guess,” I said quietly as if my speaking was going to somehow interrupt the movie.

“You guess?” He asked. “Oh, you’ve never given one…” His voice trailed off and I could all but hear the wheels spinning. “No time like the present,” he murmured. “Now what?”

“Umm, the guy stood her up and turned her around, flipped her over the back of the couch. He’s grabbing her butt cheek with one hand while his fingers of his other hand are...in her.” I cleared my throat. This was getting real. “Now...
he’s
in her. They’re having sex.” This was my first porn and I was so glad I was alone. Would I have been able to watch it with him here, in the room?

“What’s it like? Fast or slow?” He was silent while waiting for my reaction.

Lying on my side, I curled around to better see and describe the action. “It’s fast.” Suddenly, I wanted him in me. “How far away are you?” I asked desperately.

“Open the nightstand drawer, doll.” His voice was hushed and seductive.

Reaching for the drawer, I smiled as I saw the vibrator we had purchased inside. He didn’t have to tell me to take it out. I already had it in my hand and was stroking it appreciatively, wishing it was the real thing.

“Don’t forget to use some of the lube to get started,” he instructed. “I’d go with the flavored warming gel, since I plan to lick you later.”

“Wyatt,” I moaned. The images he was implanting in my head had me nearly writhing in agony. Seconds later, I was squirting the gel on the toy and had inserted it in my aching vagina. “
Oh, Wyatt.
”

He chuckled warmly. “So we can cross off #32: Watch porn alone. In just a minute, we’ll be able to cross off #31: Watch porn together.”

“Not now,” I hissed. Suddenly, making that feeling come back, easing my need was so much more important than some stupid list.

“So you aren’t proud that you have also conquered #5: phone sex and #7: use a vibrator...all before breakfast?” He was silent then.

Honestly, I had stopped paying attention. If I could just get this damn vibrator positioned right… That’s probably why I never heard him walk into the apartment. All of a sudden, I twisted and he was there, watching me. Wyatt hesitated for a second, then started stripping as he closed the distance between us. Kicking his shoes off at the door, he then yanked off his socks. Standing erect once more, he pulled his shirt over his head. My eyes were as drawn to him as his were to me. My body was craving his body. His shorts were down around his ankles now and he neatly stepped out of them as he continued toward me. The bulge in his boxer briefs was obvious. Slowly, I started to pull the vibrator out. At the moment, I couldn’t settle for a vibrator when the real thing was so close and so ready.

Shaking his head, he murmured, “No, doll.”

A whimper escaped my lips, bringing a smile to his face. That bastard! He loved torturing me. God, I hated him sometimes. Before I could get good and angry, he was there, naked, beside me, caressing each and every tingly bit of me. His lips were on mine.

“It’s impossible to kiss angry, doll,” he teased. “Don’t worry, I know just how to fix this.” He smiled at me, staring at me with eyes free of deception, free of judgment, full of desire.

The previous night had definitely done a number on me. My inhibitions were non-existent. He had won my confidence. All I wanted, at the moment, was him...in me...until I felt the relief I needed. It wasn’t to be, at the moment at least, and I could feel tears welling up in my eyes. My reaction surprised me, but Wyatt seemed unfazed.

“It’s the drug,” he murmured into my neck. “You are going to be super sensitive today. Luckily, I am super tough. After being raised in a family full of women, I am also impervious to tears.” He pulled back just long enough to wink at me. It turned my insides to jelly. This man. “Now...where were we?” He asked looking into my eyes. Slowly, purposefully, he turned his attention to the movie playing. “Ah, I believe I promised we’d re-enact this movie,” he murmured against the side of my face.

We were both staring intently at the screen. Smoothly, while I watched in a trance, he had moved his hand down my side, cupped my butt ever so briefly, then ran a hand over my pelvis until his fingers found their target. Slowly, he pulled the vibrator in and out at an agonizingly slow speed.

“There’s no vibrator in the movie,” I commented impatiently.

“Don’t question the professor, doll,” he reminded me. He had climbed into bed with me and was spooning me. His erection was wedged neatly between us, pressing insistently against my cheeks.

Turning toward him, I pouted, “You’re doing this on purpose. That’s not what’s happening on screen. You said we were going to do what they did.”

With a chuckle, he nodded at the screen.
In that instant, the guy had pulled out of the woman, then swiftly shoved his penis in her butt. In her butt! Swallowing hard, I tried to prepare for that. “Doll, I’m not a huge fan of anal,” he whispered in my ear. “We should probably skip that unless you think that your life will be incomplete without that experience…”

“Oh, no, I’m good,” I responded quickly.

Laughing, he admitted, “I thought so.”

Ah, but the journalist in me had her curiosity piqued. “So, why don’t you like anal? I thought that guys were all about it because it was so rare to find a girl who would…” After speaking, I waited patiently for a response.

Wyatt smirked. “You know, before you I never talked during sex.”

“No?” I sat up straight in bed. Great, this was just one more thing I was doing wrong.

“Well, I didn’t have a lot of women I wanted to talk to in my bed,” he said with a wink. “Plus, our talk was mostly pillow talk.”

My shoulders sank. “Oh.”

Hauling me closer to his warmth, he smiled at me. “This is a nice change. Real conversations, in and out of bed. Oh, and to answer your question...it feels good at first, tight, but then after I get in deeper than an inch, it’s a big void. I much prefer being in the vag. Plus, once in the butt, I can’t switch to the vag without changing condoms. It’s a hassle.” He shrugged. “Does that make sense, oh inquisitive one?”

Smiling, I nodded vigorously. “Perfect sense.” Looking him over appreciatively, I ran a hand over his body starting at his shoulder. How lucky was I to have found him? His body shivered as I ticked his flesh with my delicate touch. Then I reached his pelvis and frowned. “Oh, I broke you again!”

Reaching down, he pulled on his deflated penis and let it spring back. “Nah, I’d say it’s just right.”