Verse & Vice

I remember the look in your eyes as you walked over.

You were terrifying.

But really, it wasn’t my fault.

You’d left me alone, which was never a good idea, and I was innocent enough that I couldn’t be 100% sure that the man running his hand along my thigh wasn’t just being friendly.

Or, at least, I wasn’t sure until I saw that look.

You didn’t even glance at me, your eyes fixed on him.

“Enjoying your chat with my girlfriend?”

The hand disappeared so fast I wasn’t even sure it had been there in the first place.

“She didn’t say –”

Your eyes flickered over to me, lingering on the lip I’d been worrying for the past few minutes. I recognised the darkness in your gaze, the promise it carried…

Okay, maybe I wasn’t that innocent. I knew the implications, but it would have been presumptuous to assume he was flirting.

Right?

You grabbed my wrist, gentle as you always were but far firmer than I was used to.

“Let’s go, Mia.”

I followed your lead through the crowd, weaving between the heaving mass of bodies around the bar until we reached the side door.

Goosebumps shivered across my skin as the chilly autumn air rushed across it – but fortunately, I wasn’t chilly for long. You turned your body to cover mine, pinning me against the rough brick wall behind us, eyes never leaving mine in the process. My breath caught in my throat, pulse racing where you held my wrist.

“Care to explain?”

“I thought he was just being friendly, sir –”

You got closer, voice dropping to a growl.

“By touching what belongs to me?”

I swallowed.

“I didn’t know how to say no without seeming rude, sir.”

You lowered your lips until they were nearly touching mine, each word you spoke becoming the air I breathed.

“So be rude.”

You closed the distance, your lips hungry against mine. I sighed into the flavour of it, the tension of my mistake released by your tongue. You pulled at the fabric of my skirt, bunching it up just enough to slip your hand under, your fingers trailing their way through my folds before pinching my clit.

The tension was back in an instant. I gasped, arching into you, my desperate cunt aching to get you inside me.

“Sir –”

“If he touched you here? Would that have been just another friendly gesture?”

I whimpered at the thought.

“Never.”

“And why is that?”

“Because that’s yours.”

“Damn fucking right.”

You pulled your hand away then, instead pressing your hips against mine. I felt the length of you against my stomach, hard and hot, each tiny shift between us sending new sparks of desire skittering along my skin. 

I grabbed your arm, fingers clawing into it.

“Please, sir… Remind me? That it belongs to you.”

I was facing the wall before I even knew you’d spun me around.

“You need a reminder, slut?”

You pushed up my skirt, leaving my ass fully exposed. I glanced down the alley, a sharp jolt of nerves rushing through me at the thought that anyone walking by would just have to turn their head to see us. And what would they see? A woman and her owner, or a random whore getting used in a back alley?

Shame dripped through me as the images flashed past in my mind, the heat of it curling its way slowly downwards, feeding the desire burning between my thighs.

The blunt head of you brought me back.

You slid against me, smearing your precum as you covered yourself in my slick arousal, teasing me ruthlessly.

“Say it again?”

I gasped, fingers curling against the wall. I couldn’t think. 

“Sorry, sir?”

“Tell me who you belong to.”

My hips pressed back on instinct, trapping the length of you between us. I hummed  low and sweet for just a moment before giving you my breathless answer:

“You, sir. Always.”

Your hand wrapped around my throat. It wasn’t a move to punish – my breath came easily. It was a reminder.

My vulnerability was yours, and yours alone.

“Don’t forget it again.”

Finally you pushed yourself inside me, stretching my walls around you. I moaned as each new inch sank into me. There was no resistance. There never was. You knew how to play with my body too well.

You bottomed out, pausing for just a moment, your breath coming hot in my ear.

And then, you started thrusting.

Each new movement inside me drew a new sound, moans quickly dissolving into whimpers and gasps. You’d taken me before, but this was new. You weren’t moving fast, weren’t trying to send me screaming towards the pleasure only you could give me. No, each thrust came sharp and determined, pressing against the deepest part of me and sending small sparks of delicious pain stabbing through me.

I listened to your heavy breathing, the soft slap where our skin met. I followed your fingers across my skin, digging into the flesh hard enough to leave bruises. 

And I smelled the way our scents mingled in the air, so intimately combined that they seemed like one.

This wasn’t about fucking me.

This was about claiming me.

But ownership went both ways.

My hips started twitching against yours, chasing you so you couldn’t pull out more than an inch or two before you had no choice to sink back in. 

I belonged to you, but belonged to me, too. The power of the realisation coursed through my veins, bringing my moans back.

I needed to take what was mine.

Your mouth found its way to my neck, smiling.

“Good girl.”

You bit down then and any sense of propriety, of deliberate slowness, was lost. Your pace picked up inside me, wet sounds echoing against the narrow walls around us. The music of the club came in muffled throbs. I timed each pulse of me against it as my walls began to tighten around you, the tension inside me building to a point of collapse.

“Sir, please –”

“Cum.”

My pleasure was yours to control.

No one else’s.

What started as a sigh drew long into a moan as the first waves of it crashed over me, each one shaken by your continued thrusts inside me… But then your hips shuddered, pulling closer into me before pressing in deep to fill me with your warmth. The feeling of it was too much for a moan, too kind for a whimper – I keened instead, high and desperate as the heat of you spilling inside me drove me to new heights.

My knees gave out beneath me, but you caught me in time.

That’s why I was yours.

I sagged in your arms, letting the final spirals of pleasure curl through me. You only let yourself leave me once they were well and truly over, your cum dripping out after you.

I whined at the feeling.

I didn’t want to lose any of you.

You turned me back around, holding me close in your arms.

“You’re mine, Mia. Forever. Please –”

Your voice cracked slightly, and my heart broke with it.

“Always, Alexander. I’m sorry.”

We sat there for a moment, breathing settling in unison. You slipped your hand down to cover me again, protecting me from the world.

Another post-orgasmic pulse pushed more of you out of me.

“I think we’ll have to leave, Alexander. You filled me a little too well.”

You smiled, huffing out a small laugh as your hands traced the curve of me.

“Let’s hope we have a forgiving taxi driver.”

“Ah?”

“I think I might have to remind you again.”

A smiled, pulling you down to my lips for a chaste kiss.

I guess we could stay a little longer.

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(Inspired by a true story – if only it had ended like this haha)