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Chapter One

Boston - September, 2009

What catches my eye first?

I want to say it’s the full red lips, but it’s the dead look in her eyes I lick s involuntarily, but I have an overwhel desire and filthy want to hear her screaht up for me

My hands nearly leap atis forced to remain motionless Let her make the moves and reveal herself toher back perfectly She is so well trained that even her reflex muscles are under her control I don’t like that I like the dead look; she has no control over that

My gaze narrows, again so on its own "Were you forced to co her face slightly She knows better than to answerat e to be real

"Do you like this, or is it so you have to do?"

She licks her red lips, nods, and whispers with a soft accent "I want it whether I like it or not, sir"

It’s a good answer--a great answer Her enunciation is perfect I can almost feel her answer across the di she has done in my presence

The fire crackles loudly, distracting us andbut I don’t want to rush it

"Touch the railing at the top of the bed; don’t move your hands"

She ju, dark fingers curl around the wood, desperately textbook Her skin is remarkable She’s pale for an African American, ht ah that when my belt hits it, I’ll be able to see the red welts

I push her long, thick, caraer down her straight spine to the top of her ass crack Her body is already tre the stance but she doesn’t ainst her neck She’s warhts try to force their way into o exactly as I planned It has to be the same routine, otherwise I can’t do it It won’t free me if it’s not perfect But h I’m not a normal man I lose the battle; she is too beautiful and I want it too badly

I just want to be free of the noise

I drop toher She’s here to lose the control, not the other way around I runa finger into her wet folds I keepin and out of her In that second, I slip frohts fill my mind My hand pumps wildly I feel like a conductor of a symphony My eyes are closed, but I can feel theme She’s about to reach the crescendo, when I stop

I regain the control

My hand drops toShe doesn’t know she’s the one in control and I’ve lost it I can only hope I’ve bluffed well enough

I get back up, pulling the belt from my pants as I stand Her head falls back when I make contact the first time She cries out as the red welt forertip along the ridge it’s made in her skin I’et back on track I’y I whip until I als nearly buckle She takes it like a true chaenerous with h Anger crosses my face as I step directly behind her and run a hand between her thighs, whispering into her ear, "Did you orgasm before I told you to?"

She whimpers Her ass is raw and her lips are swollen She is weak fro, while on her tiptoes

I shove her down on the bed, undoing my pants all the way My cock ju wet It’s too much for us both I push in too hard and too fast She screa me like a fist would

A sound escapes my lips I hate that I shove her down harder and fuck her harder until I’m nearly blind with ecstasy I finish and leave the room I hate hoeak she made me--how I let her overwhelm me

She was too perfect

I wanted to smear her lipstick with my cock; I had a plan

Instead, I pace the kitchen, waiting for her to leave When I hear the door to the room squeak, I turn my back on that side of the house

"Happy Christlish accent

The ding of the elevator et lost in the view of the city The ht I’m at

My heart never raced the way I needed it to I wasn’t scared of her fragility or breaking her

My orgasm never took it all away