Forever Mine

Part Seven

Dedicated to all the readers for this story! I honestly thought it sucked (:

I make it back to the truck with a happy step in my stride. I'm going to have all my desires fulfilled tonight.

"What took you so long?" The girl pouts.

My happiness skips a beat, but I choose to ignore her. I climb in and drive off to my home. Once I open the front door, she attack my lips with her own. I give her the same amount of force. After seeing Andria, a new desire must be satisfied. She moans. We tumble to my bedroom, more of the guest room.

She pushes me on top of the bed and smirks. "I'm going to rock your world so hard, baby, you'll never forget me."

I smile. She has no clue that it's really the other way around. She slowly strips off her clothes. I lounge back and attempt to enjoy the show.

"You like what you see?" She whispers with a hint of insecurity.

I nod, but I'm slowly being put off by her. Confidence is what I strive for. Andria is the only one who can supply that type of arousal for me. Standing in her underwear, she commands me to take my own clothes off. I take everything off slowly as well. The smell of her need grows stronger. I'm antagonizing her with wait.

"Lay down."

She smiles as if I'm turning her on with my authority. I go over to my night stand and grab my bondage.

"So you're one of those people? I don't mind." She spreads her body out for me. "Tie me up."

I laugh inwardly, too easy. I tie her wrists to the head board and her ankles to the floor board. I'm bubbling with excitement; but 'm not ready to start. It's been a while since I've sexual with a woman. No other girl has been able to turn me on except for my burdenous wench. Reaching back into my night stand, I pull out a knife. She tugs on the restraints reflexively. I shush her.

"It’s okay. Trust me."

She tries to relax. I cut her under garments off her body, exposing every last piece of flesh to me. I set the knife on top of the stand and pull the last of my clothing off. I mount her and rough please us both. Each thrust has me panting along with her cries of pleasure. I lose myself to the rhythm as muscles I haven't used in ages flex with each movement. It seems like hours before we're actually done. I release and collapse on her. Her own breathing is rugged.

"That. Was. Amazing," She says between gasps.

I smirk. Of course it was. I'm the one she was having sex with.

"Okay, you can untie me now. The ropes are kind of cutting into my skin."

"Not yet, baby." I quickly gag her and pull out of her.

She looks at me with confusion. I tug back on my boxers and pants.

"Spencer, I'm not from around here." I examine my blade. "You see, I'm here for a purpose." I look to her to make sure she's following.

She struggles against her restraints, ignoring me. So rude.

"You're here for a purpose too." I brush her hair back.

She snatches her face away from my touch.

"You're here to help me."

She frowns, unable to fathom how she can help me especially in her predicament. I start to pace in front of the bed.

"I am here because someone has something of mine that I so greatly want back. You are here because I haven't released myself to the throes of passion in a very long time. It's throwing me off my game  Then you were something that could also satisfy another desire I have." I wave the blade at her.