Say You Want It (A Nasty Friday Story)
This may or may not be a true story…
She’s standing at the bar, not entirely bored, just in a happily mellow mood. It’s been like this all night… guys step up, she smiles, flirts, tells them she has a man at home and is just here to chill. This isn’t true, but it’s the best way to reject a man, she figures.
She sees a guy across the lounge. He’s overwhelming average. But his smile is something to behold. She smiles back. He ends his conversation with his boy and makes his way across the room. She’s kind of disappointed. She smiles at most people who make eye contact… it doesn’t necessarily mean anything. She’s tired of flirting and just wants sip slow and people-watch, but to turn her back and face the bar would be rude at this point- she missed the moment. So she squares up and prepares to give her little speech.
But he gets close… smelling of Burberry Touch… an old favorite of hers. He leans even closer, one arm across the front of her body bracing himself on the bar, the other still holding his drink. He leans in, his lips close to her ear. “I see you letting them down easy. But you and me? We finna have this next dance.”
His voice, sexy and rugged. Confident. Strong. Bud oddly lacking arrogance. And suddenly she’s cold. All over. Her body betrays her and a shiver runs though her and she inhales a little too sharply.
He knows he’s got her. At least for the dance. She knows he’s got her. For anything. The DJ, as if on cue, spins She Will by Wayne ft Drake. She curses him in her head.
Him? He smiles. He knows that it is the perfect checkmate.
He sits his drink on the bar. And then she looks average joe in his face. Nice shape up, bright brown eyes, and a smile that melts her reserve. Solid build, commanding presence. It’s more than enough. She finishes the last of what’s in her glass like it’s a shot, takes a deep breath, and accepts the hand he has out waiting for her.
He pulls her behind him, holding her hand firmly in his as he weaves through the crowd to the center of the mass of folks swaying in the overcrowded lounge. Aint this song to slow for the club? She curses silently.
Once he reaches his desired spot, he pulls her close into his body and looks down at her. He’s not quite 6 foot. Maybe 5’10 or 11 with his boots on. But she’s only 5’4”. His gaze is too much. Too many tingles reverb through her. She turns around so her back is to him, but she leans into him, in compromise. He immediately turns her back around to face him and wraps his arm more firmly around the small of her back… his movement saying, this is where I want you. She looks up at him, mouth slightly open in shock, but then quickly looks down, intimidated by his direct eye contact and unwillingness to back down.
Well this is… different… she thinks. Her breathing is steady, heavy, but quick.
He leans down, “relax, gurl.”
Gurl is her kryptonite. It is that which brings her back to her roots… back to door knockers and dookie braids, name plate necklaces and now-n-laters. She smiles.
Two more songs go by. Crime Mob’s Rock Yo Hips comes on. She takes control of the dancing, this time turning away from him and daring him, with her hips rocking, to try to change it. She is no longer cold, anywhere. But hot, everywhere.
She feels him growing hard against her back side. He does not move. The song ends as quickly as it started and she straightens up and leans back into him. “It’s time to go,” he says gruffly in her ear. She is extremely turned on, and unable to disagree.
They get to his place and he walks her up the stairs, no words. Once in the bedroom, he pushes her body against the wall and, finally, kisses her. The wall is cold against the heat of her shoulders. His breathing has become animalistic. She didn’t want him to stop but she was quickly losing her sense of place and time, spinning. She hadn’t even had time to adjust to the darkness of the room. His hands roam all the right places, her breath lost its cadence.
One hand on her hip, the other between her legs, he slid her panties to the side and rubbed his thumb softly, slowly, against her clit, while kissing her neck. She groaned, and that was his first time hearing her voice. Ever.
“Say you want it.”
She looked him in the eye but would not acquiesce.
He rubbed against her clit again, never losing eye contact.
She didn’t speak.
He became more aggressive. She became wetter. He grabbed her hair and brought her face closer to his. He slid his index finger into her moist place and pressed his thumb against her clit with firm pressure. He whispered against her lips, barely touching them.“Say it, now.”
Her body gave out under the weight of his command… betrayed her… began to spasm. At the start of her scream, he kissed her deeply as she rode it out, her walls closing on the fingers he had deftly added when her moisture left her unable to decipher such additions.
He was now rock hard, turned on by both her body’s obedience and her stubborn refusal to submit verbally. He pulled her dress roughly over her head, then kept her hands pinned above her head with one of his hands. With the other he unfastened her front closure, strapless bra, releasing breasts that had be restrained for far too long. He held one breast in his hand and sucked hungrily her nipple. She squirmed, bucking slightly against the wall. Her breathing picked up.
He bit her.
She inhaled sharply, “oh!”
He eased up, looked at her. She tried to kiss him hungrily. Now, she the animalistic one, exhaling hard. She tried to kiss him again.
“No.” He said.
She frowned, and tried harder.
“No.” He refused.
She tried to get free of his hold of her hands. In one move, he brought her arms down in front of her pulled her into him- her back to his chest- holding her arms in front of her across her body.
She had been freed from one bondage hold but placed directly into another. He sucked hard on her neck, in between talking to her, roughly.
“You will do as I say….when I say it… do you understand?”
She groaned. A soft “yes” escaped her lips.
He bent her over the bed and snatched her panties down. In the next move he was out, wrapped and in, deep. She shrieked and tried to run. She had felt enough on the dance floor to know he was not small. But she did not know quite how big. And it wasn’t necessarily that he was huge, it was simply a great… great… fit.
But in the end, there was nowhere to go. She was pinned between the thrusts of his hips and edge of his bed. No space for even a breath. No breath for a whispered “wait.” No pillow in reach to muffle her screams. Clutching bed sheets that didn’t even belong to her. She decided she had one chance to get some control of this man who was quickly dominating her in every way.
The push back.
She started playing some defense.
Throwin her ass back, kegels in full force, thrust for thrust.
She held her breath during his thrusts in refusal to scream.
It slowed him up.
That pissed her off.
She gave more.
That pissed him off.
He went harder.
A battle was being fought.
He grabbed her hair.
She gasped, reached back and dug her fingers into hips pulling him closer, in “I can take whatever you got” arrogance.
But then he lifted her onto the bed by her hips, her knees into the mattress, her feet on the inside of his legs- very little range for her. Then, he pulled all the way back so that only the tip was in. She tried to push back but he had both hands firmly on her ass, stopping her push back dead. She uttered her first full sentence, half whining: “give it to me.”
He smacked her ass, hard.
She winced.“Say it.”
He slapped her again.
“Please!” She screeched.
He inched his way in. Slowly.
“But I said please?!”
He continued a slow stroke, ignoring her confusion.
Her breathing got slower, deeper, as he did the same. She felt the heat rising within her. He sensed it and stayed steady. She lowered herself onto the mattress in defeat… face down, shoulders down, everything. She came, hard, in total submission, cooing the whole way.
He picked up speed gradually, dug his nails into her ass and plowed forward rhythmically. She moaned. At one point she reached her hand back to try to put some space between his hips and her ass- everything was sensitive now and he was so.very.deep as he tried to get his. But it backfired, he grabbed that arm and held it against her back and continued on until, finally, he gave his final thrust, rising on his tip toes, leaning forward with all of his weight… and length…plunged deep within her. She drew in sharp breath and found herself unable to exhale until he pulled back.
He collapsed backward into a sitting position on the floor, as she let her body fall onto the bed in relief, legs trembling.
Both, entirely spent.