Copyright © 2017 by Erica Marselas

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This story was published an earlier version of this story with different characters with the same title under a different pseudonym name that belongs to me.

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Contents

Title Page

Copyright

Acknowledgments

I. Red Flame

II. Orange Flame

III. Blue Flame

A Sneak Peek

Acknowledgments

To my husband: Thanks for all your love and support as I went on my journey to finally publish. For telling me it’s great before you even read it. You’ve been my rock. Love You.

To Carmel (Erika) and Brittany: Thank you for giving me the push I needed to keep writing and sometimes keep going and for encouraging me to publish. Thanks for listening bitch, cry, scream, throughout all hours of the day. Carmel thank you for all the advice on what to do and answering a million questions and then some.

Please check out Carmel Rhode’s new novel available on Amazon: Lithium Waves.  

To Lexi: Thanks for being my pal, for your support on all my projects, and always having my back.

To Brandi: Thank you for your quick help, support, and looking over this story for review.

To: Paula, Hala, Suzan, Tonya, Karen, Helen, Dawn, Kelly, Meli, and everyone else I forgot to name, especially in my Diamond Group, and my followers, thank you so much for all your love, support, encouraging me to keep writing, and also for reading. I wouldn’t be here without you.

The banquet hall is bustling with well-dressed people, mingling and dancing. The air is filled with electric energy. Everyone is having a great time, while I lean against the bar, clinking the ice around in my bourbon, feeling as if I'm about to go to be dragged to the gallows.  I'm nowhere near as excited as I think I should be in this moment.

I glance to the dance floor, watching as an older man spins his daughter in his arms. She looks insanely happy and ecstatic. I'm glad to see her enjoying her time while I continue to be ignored.

Nobody wants to deal with the angry lawyer who's been barking into his phone all night. I'm in a final rush dealing with clients before I leave the country, but God knows I'll be working on vacation too.

It's the price I pay for being one of the youngest, top-performing lawyers in the country.

I was born a hard ass. I needed to be; my childhood was filled with an abusive mother, and a drunk father who had lost control of his life. My Mother once put me in the hospital with ten broken bones, and only served a year in jail. She’s now living somewhere scot-free. That was when I had known I wanted to be a lawyer though, and try to fix the broken system. My dad sobered up, thankfully, and sent me to college. When I finished law school, ahead of schedule, I came out kicking ass and taking names. Everyone was looking at the new power player, everyone wanted a piece of me, and it didn't take me long to have enough clientele to start my own firm.

It’s only lately that I've allowed people in and begun to soften up.

I put my glass to my lips and toss back the liquid, letting it burn the back of my throat, instead of enjoying the oak and caramel flavors. The only way I’m going to be able to enjoy my time tonight, is by getting drunk.

I slam the glass down and signal the bartender for another.

I'm startled when a hand abruptly rubs my shoulder.

“You're really throwing them back there…” A sultry young voice coos. I relax at the familiar tone. She’s late, but thankfully someone is finally here who I want to have a conversation with.

My head turns, and I grin, licking my lips as I look her over.

She has to be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Her fiery red hair curls down the sides of her face, and her eyes hypnotize me, paralyzing me.  She’s wearing a tight black dress with a plunging neckline; her breasts tempt me, inviting me to nuzzle my face between them.

“What can I say? It's been a long night,” I smirk, and her hand falls away from my shoulder.

“That it has, pretty dreadful if you ask me.” The sweet little thing rolls her eyes. “Nothing better than being surrounded by a bunch of people who hate you.” She sighs, taking a seat on the bar stool beside me.

“They don't hate you.” I try to reason with her. Although I know there's some truth behind her words. “You just need a drink, to loosen up a bit.” I wink and tell the bartender to make her something fruity.

She giggles, “My mother will kill you if she finds out you are getting me drinks.”

“I won't tell, if you won't.” I chuckle, and push her hair out of her face. She blushes and a wicked gleam appears in her eyes. She’s up to no good – as usual. In the short time that I’ve known her, I can tell she’s a troublemaker. I never thought it would be a something I would find attractive in a girl.

The bartender slides us our drinks and we quickly throw them back. Her tight, little body shakes when the alcohol hits the back of her throat, it’s not quite fruity enough to keep the burn at bay.

She picks out the cherry from the bottom of her glass with her fingertips, and wraps her pink lips around it, sucking the excess liquor off it. She moans, taking her time to enjoy the cherry, and my cock throbs as I watch her.

“You're right, a drink is just what I needed.” She smirks, finally biting down slowly on the cherry.

God, help me. I'm not a fucking saint. I pray to any lord that may exist above to help me because I'm going to need it tonight.

Hours pass, the crowd trickles out as the party winds down, and I haven't left this little beauty's side. I don't remember the last time I’ve felt so relaxed or laughed so much. She's spunky, fiery, and oh so young. I've enjoyed every moment of her and her flirtatious behavior.  It is like we were all alone the entire night.

She leans forward – well, falls over and, her hands rub against my legs, dangerously close to my crotch.  I grab them to stop her attacks and she breaks into a fit of giggles. “You’re no fun…” she says with an adorable pout and flops back to her seat.

“Can we go back to your place?” She slurs, fiddling with her empty glass. “My mom and dad will kill me if they see me wasted. You know how they get,” she groans.

“Actually, I don't.” I laugh, “I only met them a couple of weeks ago.”

“Oh yeah.” She shrugs, remembering the infamous meeting.

“Come on, I'll get us a cab.” I swing my arm around her shoulder and she nestles her head against my chest.

“Let’s get you to bed little one. Big day tomorrow.”

“You're the best, Dalton…”

Two Years Later….

I walk into the penthouse that I’ve shared with my wife for the last two years. Tonight, my wife's parents and sister are coming for dinner and I’d rather be at fucking work. I have a huge case, that goes to court on Friday, and after my hour lunch with a surprise visitor, I'm spent. At just thirty-two, most days I feel as if I should be getting ready for early retirement.

I love what I do and will be doing it ‘till I'm old and gray, but sometimes I picture myself on an island with a redhead beauty sucking my dick.

“You're finally home,” my wife says, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing my cheek.

“Sorry, you know I've been busy.” I untangle myself from her as I put my stuff down.

“I know. I just missed you,” she pouts.

I give Alyssa a weak smile as her brown eyes gaze into mine with a hint of neglect and loneliness in them. “Maybe tonight we can get reacquainted.” She takes my hand and leads me to the living room.

I don't reply. I don’t have the strength to tell her no, again. We enter the living room and Alyssa’s mom, dad, and sister are sitting on the couch.

Their heads turn to me in acknowledgment before they get up to greet me. Ronda, Alyssa’s mom hugs me, her dad, Frank gives me a hardy handshake, and Alyssa’s little sister, Scarlett, shines her sapphire eyes at me, chomping down on her lower lip before she wraps her arms around my neck. She holds onto me a second longer as she pushes herself against my groin, and then steps away shyly, the smell of her perfume lingering in my nose.

Alyssa and Scarlett’s only similarity is their fiery red hair. They’re complete opposites in every aspect.  Scarlett is seven years younger than Alyssa, and it shows. Scarlett is mischievous, adventurous, and sexy. She shows off her curves, and dresses to impress, always. Alyssa on the other hand, is reserved, and plain. She tends to style down more often and is more relaxed. She prefers a pantsuit, over a dress or skirts any day, and I can’t remember the last time I’ve seen her bare legs.

They’re both gorgeous women, and at one time they both made my dick twitch. Although, now my feelings have changed between the sisters.

I fell in love with Alyssa quickly, thinking the change she would bring in my life was what I needed at the time. Everyone said she made me happier. I felt happier. The evil that haunted my life receded into the shadows once I finally gave into wanting more with a woman than a one night stand, and after three months together, we headed to the altar. Now I'm unsure if it was really Alyssa that made me better.

I hadn't even met her family until two weeks before we said I do. If I met them sooner would I have taken a different course?

Alyssa is still a wonderful woman; she’s sweet and caring, but not as fulfilling as she was when we first met. I stay with her because the last thing I want to do is break the heart of the first person that opened mine.

“Dinner is ready,” Alyssa says. “We were waiting for the man of the house.” She giggles thinking she's cute. I notice Scarlett roll her eyes at her sister’s attempt to appease me.

“I'm going to grab a drink,” I point to the kitchen as everyone else heads to the table.

I'm pouring myself a glass of wine when a small dainty hand reaches around from behind and runs over my shaft.

“I enjoyed lunch today, Mr. Harris,” she purrs.

I grab her hand and hold onto it tightly. I look up and notice Alyssa and her parents are talking, not paying any attention to what is going on with us in the kitchen.

I turn to Scarlett, and she gives me a sly smile as I toss her hand to the side, and grab my wine glass. Scarlett laughs.

“Don't act so shy now, Mr. Harris.” She turns her head to look over at her family and back to me, “It was only hours ago that you were eating me out on your desk like it was your last meal.  I bet if I check I’ll still smell me on you.”

“Scarlett, not now,” I growl.

This girl drives me insane. At twenty, she's a little vixen that I can't ever seem to get enough of and she knows it, using it to her advantage at every opportunity. She’s my little troublemaker.

All she has to do is lick her lips to make my dick to stir.

She’s the substance that I'm missing in my marriage with Alyssa and I use Scarlett often to fill it.

“Okay,” she shrugs. “Not now, but later.” She winks, grabbing a hold of my appendage, and squeezing it before walking away.

My eyes are drawn to the sway of her hips. It's hard to believe only hours ago I was driving my dick into that ass and now I'm desperately craving more.

Tomorrow I might need another long lunch.

I join the group and sit down at the table beside my wife. Alyssa leans over and kisses my cheek, rubbing her arm up and down my shoulder. I look ahead, at Scarlett who has taken a seat in front of us. She lifts her wine glass to her lips, watching us, and rolls her eyes at Alyssa’s affection.

She knows rolling her eyes drives me insane and she's doing it now to get a rise out of me. I glare at her and she rolls those dark blues again. I raise my right hand and rub my nose, a warning that her ass will pay later. She gives a small shrug and a smirk, basically telling me to bring it on.

Scarlett never used to bat an eye when it came to Alyssa’s and my affection toward each other. I had the best of both worlds; a wife, and an unclingy mistress. But lately I’ve seen a bit of the green-eyed monster shine through. Scarlett is the black sheep of the family. I know her parents love her, but they don’t project it to her like they do Alyssa. Scarlett can’t stand her sister and I believe Alyssa is none the wiser about it.

“Should you be drinking that?” I question her. “You're not twenty-one yet.”

“It's only a glass, old-timer,” she snarls at me and swallows the rest in one gulp.

“One glass, Scarlett,” her mother advises sternly. “We don't need you getting drunk and crazy.”

“Yes, mother,” Scarlett huffs.

“Dalton, leave her be.” Alyssa smacks my shoulder. “She’s fine, Mom. She’s under our roof and will be spending the night tonight.”

“Oh really?” I turn my gaze to Scarlett, who bites her lip, and I can see the wheels turning in her little head. She’s up to something. She’s always up to something. But we’re always careful when it comes to fucking here, and never while Alyssa is under the same roof.

“Yeah, I never get to hang out with my big sister anymore. It’ll be fun.” Her smile might appear bright and happy, but it’s just a show. I know her well and she’s cringing on the inside.

What can I say about little Scarlett Price? She’s the hottest piece of ass that I’ve ever had. My loudest screamer, my wildest, my craziest, and the most disobedient woman I’ve ever met.

Our affair started two years ago, the night before I said I do to Alyssa, at our rehearsal dinner. I had thought it would be a one time thing. I was drunk, horny, and well she was naked and willing.

Scarlett had wanted a piece of me, and was eager to do anything I desired. I had wanted to say no, but I also didn’t try to convince myself otherwise.

There's nothing more in life that I enjoy more than a good hard fuck. I love getting rough, spanking, toys, the whole shabang. I always sought out girls that enjoyed the kink and letting me do as I pleased with their bodies. Within their limits of course. I never did anything they didn't want. Alyssa, being my prime example.

Alyssa had told me it wasn't something she could handle, and I respected that of her. I didn't need it to enjoy sex. But I missed it the second my dick touched Scarlett’s lips.

If it hadn’t been for Alyssa spilling her guts to Scarlett about my sexual preference, I might have never known what I was missing. I might have stayed content with my new wife, instead of being cornered by her sexy vengeful little sister.

But who am I to complain? It’s a win, win for me. Scarlett enjoys everything I throw at her. She loves the pain and my hand wrapped around her throat.

What I had hoped to be a one-time fling had turned into an almost-every-day fling. I can’t get enough of her. She’s like an opiate, or maybe more like a poison, whatever it is, it’s running through my veins, and I’m unable to shy away from the one that hooked me.

I stiffen when toes make their way up under my pants and rub my calf muscle. I push them away. Scarlett isn’t looking at me as she types on her phone under the tablecloth.

Her foot moves again, and I let it be as Alyssa starts telling me about some upcoming charity ball she’s running.

My phone buzzes in my pocket and I tell Alyssa to hold on while I check it. I always check my phone right away, never knowing if it’s a client emergency, and I take every billing hour I can get. Alyssa turns to talk with her mother as I open the message.

I want to suck your big juicy cock. I’ve been thinking about it since I left your office and I’ve been a bad girl. I can’t stop touching myself because my pussy is aching for your dick.

I quickly delete the message and type out a new one.

If you don’t behave I’m going to spank your ass and deny you my dick for an eternity.

I send the text and twenty seconds later I hear Scarlett snort at my reply. I watch her as she types back with her permanent cocky grin.

I’ve never been known to behave and I’m not going to start now.

Scarlett’s foot rises higher up my pants and I noticed she has slouched more in her seat to get a better reach.

I ignore her text and delete it.

Alyssa’s hand grabs my shoulder. “Everything okay?”

I look over at her and give her a small smile, “Yes, everything is fine. Just an insubordinate employee. I’m going to have to light a fire under their ass to get them to shape up.” I kick Scarlett’s foot down.

“The big bad lawyer is out to play. I bet they’re shaking in their boots,” Scarlett laughs.

“I bet they are. They know better than to want to see me angry,” I grit out.

“But you’re a big teddy bear. Right, Alyssa?” She looks at Alyssa who giggles.

“She’s right honey, but I know he’s a different person in the courtroom.” Alyssa kisses my cheek and squeezes my knee.

“You bet he is,” Scarlett mumbles softly, so only I can hear her.

“I’m going to get more wine.” I stand up and move to the kitchen.

Pulling out my phone I send another text to Scarlett.

I hope you’re prepared to not sit down for a while Miss Price. Your ass is mine. Now behave. I’ve had enough of your smart mouth for one night.

I pour myself a glass of wine and drink it quickly before filling another glass and re-joining the table.

I’ll be good for now. ;) I look forward to not sitting for awhile. I don’t mind spending my days on my knees, or on all fours, or on my stomach, naked in your bed. Whatever would please you best, Mr. Harris.

I laugh at the message. This is my Scarlett in a nutshell and I don’t think I would have her any other way. Disobedient as hell, but a good fuck, nonetheless.   

Ronda and Frank leave for the night and Scarlett makes herself comfortable on the couch. She flips on the TV, biting the tip of her finger, staring at me intently, with her come fuck me eyes.

She’s playing with fire and the only thing I can do right now is walk away.

Sleep. I need sleep.

Alyssa puts her arm around my waist and kisses my cheek. “Did you want to join us, honey? We’re going to watch a movie. Knowing Scarlett, it will be all action and bloodshed, and not so much a loves story.”

“You know I hate mushy, romance shit. Sue me,” Scarlett calls out, her eyes never leaving mine. I'm too busy plotting my punishment on little Miss Price that I barely realize Alyssa’s hand running up and down my chest.

“I think I’m going to head to bed. I’ve got a long, hard day ahead of me tomorrow,” I enunciate loud and clear for Scarlett’s benefit, so she knows she’s going to be in big trouble when I see her for lunch. Of course, the little vixen’s eyes light up like Christmas, licking her lips, in response to my threat.

“You girls have fun.” I turn my attention away from Scarlett and look down into the brown eyes of my wife. I need to get out of this room.

“I’ll see you in the morning?” I offer.

Alyssa hums and throws her arms around my neck. “Maybe you could wait up. I’m sure the wine will get to her and she’ll go to bed early. It’s been awhile, my love.” She kisses my lips and I clear my mind, trying to return the kiss she truly wants from me.

Alyssa’s lips are dry and rough, unlike the soft lips of my angel sitting on the couch.

“Oh, come on, gross. My eyes are too young to see that crap.” Scarlett shouts from the couch in a huff, her eyes glaring at me.

Alyssa untangles herself from around me, laughing, taking Scarlett’s remark as a joke. If only she knew.

“Be quiet, Scarlett,” she teases. “You're just jealous you haven’t found a man like mine yet.”

“Right. Super jealous. Not. I thought we were watching a movie?”

“Chill, will you? I don’t get to see him that much anymore. I’m always asleep when he comes home. It’s been like two weeks.” Alyssa frowns, remembering how long it’s been since we’ve been together at night.

“Whatever. It's what you get from a man who is really married to his job. Can we go now?” Scarlett barks, slamming down her wine glass.

“Yes. Pick something and I’ll be right there.”

Alyssa takes my hand and we walk to our bedroom together. “Good night.” She plays with the buttons on my shirt. “Maybe she wouldn’t notice me missing.”

“I think she would. Go have fun. Like you said you don’t get much time with her. I’ll try to wait up,” I lie.

Alyssa beams and I almost feel bad for leading her on. “I love you,” she tells me before placing a kiss on my cheek.

“You too. Good night.”

She leaves the room and I get myself ready for bed. I don’t remember the last time I’ve gone to bed at nine, but my body and my mind are drained. I crash onto the mattress, thankful that I was able to keep Scarlett at arm’s length tonight. She had played hard with the looks, the texts, and the hidden touches. I failed at ignoring them. They left me wanting her, aching for her touch. I almost dragged her to the guest room and spanked her ass for playing this game in front of my wife, but I knew Scarlett would like that too much. Also, if I did that I wouldn’t have been able to not fuck her. I don’t want anyone to know that it’s me making Scarlett scream and causing the walls to shake.

Besides no one else sees or gets to hear my girl come.

I'm startled awake when my blanket is pulled from my body and the cool air hits my bare chest. “What the…”

A tiny giggle gives away the culprit.

“Scarlett?” I whisper.

I make out her sly grin from a beam of moonlight through the window.

Her warm body straddles my hips and her slick center rubs on my stomach.

My head whips to the side where my wife is sleeping soundly next to me, unbothered by our intruder.

“She’s out cold, don’t worry,” Scarlett whispers, running her nails down my chest.

“What do you mean she's out cold?”

She shrugs and bends down to kiss me as her hips roll on my rising dick. Her naked breast press against my chest and I revel in the sensation - but we can't do this here. Not with my wife next to us…

A shock of electricity jolts through me though, at the taboo of it; fucking my mistress next to my wife, in plain view, trying to stay quiet so as not to wake her.

My dick seems to be in agreement when it throbs between us.

Scarlett breaks away from our kiss, panting. “I want you.”

“Not here,” I argue.

“Yes. Here,” she demands. “I've been dying to fuck you on this bed again since the first time. Alyssa isn't going to wake up anytime soon. Trust me,” she kisses me again, before sitting back up, and I admire her silhouette.

Scarlett has a sinful body. She’s thin, toned, with a pair of amazing, perky c-cups, and the tightest, wettest, hottest pussy, my dick has ever sunk into. Her body puts her sisters to shame.

Scarlett slides down me, pulling off my boxers, freeing my throbbing dick. The girl makes me so hard it’s almost painful, and it feels all wrong knowing I can't get like this for my own wife.

“You want me, Dalton. Your dick doesn’t lie.” Her hand runs up my cock, as her tongue darts out and licks the tip. “Mine...” she breathes before letting my dick slip down her throat.

I can’t remember the last time Alyssa sucked my dick. A year, maybe more?  Scarlett is always more than willing to suck me off on command and she does it so well. Her lack of gag reflex is her calling card. She lets me take control, whenever I want or need. When I feel like I’m spiraling, cases going wrong stressing me to the brink, it’s Scarlett who I call for my tension release.

I thought I could live forever with plain sex because I loved Alyssa. Then Scarlett came along and blew that out of the water. Scarlett lives for my kinky side. She loves to be tied up, spanked, whipped, and all at my will. However, this tiny girl can also make me beg for mercy and wants her satisfaction on demand. She easily makes me crumble to nothing and I wonder how I ever had any control over any woman in the past.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, Princess.”

She lets out a possessive growl, as her hand moves away from my dick, and is replaced by her hot core.

I hiss as she slides down my dick and starts to bounce.

I look over at Alyssa who is still passed out even as the bed shakes and creaks.

“Don't fucking look at her!” Scarlett snaps, moving my head back to look at her.

“Watch the attitude Scarlett,” my hand crashes on her ass making a loud whack.

“Sorry, Mr. Harris,” she sasses, and I spank her again, harder. Her body quivers, enjoying the sting of my hand.

Scarlett continues to ride me and our moans fill the room. I watch as her breast bounce and I need to suckle her pert nipples. I need to taste her. I pull her torso forward so that her hands fall to my chest, and her ample breasts are in my face, begging to be sucked. I grab her left breast, squeezing it hard in my hand, and a deep throaty groan escapes her lips. I'm determined to leave my prints on her; that way she knows who’s really in charge and who she belongs to.

Lifting my head, I place her erect, pink nipple in my mouth, sucking and nibbling. I move to the other and enjoy the taste. They taste of honeysuckle, most likely from the body wash she uses. When I’m done enjoying the flavor, I bite down hard on her nipple, before releasing it.

She yelps loudly in protest. “Dalton!” She slaps my chest and I chuckle.

In response to the noise, Alyssa wiggles around and moans.

I still Scarlett’s hips, watching, waiting, for Alyssa to wake and catch me with my dick, deep inside of her sister, but nothing happens.

“I told you. She's not waking for a long while,” she giggles.

I have no idea what she gave Alyssa, but as long as she's still breathing, I honestly don't care in this moment.

I flip us over and Scarlett’s arm hits Alyssa’s chest in the process. My wife still doesn't flinch and I can't help but laugh.

I'm even harder than I was before looking down at my comatose wife, while her naked sister is below me, quivering, wanting my cock, and waiting for her orgasm.

“Fuck, you look hot.” The moonlight is cast over her face and makes her hair shine.

“You’re not so bad yourself. Now, fuck me. Make me scream.”

“I want your legs around my head.”

Scarlett lifts her legs and I place them on my shoulders. I sink my steel rod into her slowly, before pulling out and slamming back into her. Scarlett screams as I hit her g-spot repeatedly, causing her to come, my name leaving her lips, her juices soaking my dick.

“That's my girl.”

Alyssa moans again and rolls to her side, her hands tucking under her cheek. Her eyes flutter open for a second causing my skin to prickle before they close again. Scarlett starts to giggle, and I twist her nipple roughly. “Stop your fucking giggles.”

“No,” she bites back at me. I pull myself out of her and toss her legs down to the bed. I get off the bed, my dick still at attention. It’s angry at me for leaving its home, but I can’t do this, it’s too close for comfort.

“Oh, come on, Dalton. She’s doped up. Look…” Scarlett sits up and gets on her knees. She pats Alyssa’s face and then squeezes her breast. Her head turns back to me, “See? Nothing. I bet we could fuck on her and she would still be out to the world. Have a little trust in me, Dalton.”

I argue with myself, but Scarlett shaking her ass at me is enough to persuade me. I flick on my side lamp, needing a better look at her. I have something up my sleeve for this vixen. Opening my side table drawer, I pull out the vibrating butt plug I bought for her. I never worry about Alyssa seeing it. I’m a man and I’m allowed to have hopes that one day my own wife would let me take her ass, but for now, it’s my mistresses’ job.

I turn the plug on and slowly insert in Scarlett’s rosebud. Her cheeks clench for a second but then they quickly welcome the intrusion.  When her ass is full it makes her pussy grip my dick tighter. Scarlett is moaning and clawing at the sheets, as the vibration courses through her body.

“I wish I had the whip in here because I think you deserve a couple of lashes for your behavior today,” I tell her sternly, my dick tracing her folds. “But I don’t know how you would explain to your drugged-up sister why your back and ass are sore.”

Once I found out how much Scarlett enjoyed the harsher elements, I took her to a sex shop and had her pick out whatever she wanted for me to use on her. When she pointed out the whip, I couldn't help the deep thrill that ran down my spine, thinking of the red marks on her backside, when I punished her ass for being the bad girl she is.

“I’ll bring it with me tomorrow. I’ll let you give me whatever you think I deserve.” She purrs.

“Damn straight you will,” I growl, turning up the butt plugs vibration.

She moans, wiggling from the punishing sensations in her ass. As I slide into her velvety center, I move the butt plug in and out, so it matches the movements of my dick, wanting her to absorb the pressure and pleasure. At this moment, I'm sure she doesn't know which way is up.

She starts to tighten and I pull my dick out.

“Dalton, fuck!” she hisses, her orgasm hanging on by a thread.

“Hold it. I don’t want you coming till I say you can and it won’t be before I do.” I smack her ass, my handprint glowing on her pale skin.

She falls to the bed, her head landing on Alyssa’s stomach. Her whole body shakes as she tries to curl into a ball while moaning like a banshee. My single slap sending her orgasm into overdrive. I laugh to myself. “You didn’t listen, little girl. I’ll add it to your count for tomorrow. Now get back up.”

She slowly moves back into position and I rip the butt plug out of her. She yelps, and I don’t give her a chance to complain when I stick my dick in the plug’s place.

I’m not nice as I slam into her tiny asshole over and over again. She’s screaming in both pain and ecstasy. I know the sound well. I have all the power and she never knows if she’s ever getting praised or punished. I leave her to figure that out.

I grab her hips tight looking down at Alyssa still sleeping and Scarlett grabbing onto her sister’s arm. We’re going to have to come up with a reason why Alyssa’s arm is covered in nail marks.

Hopefully, they were watching a horror movie.

With three final pumps, I come hard, filling Scarlett’s ass with my seed. I lean over her flushed body to catch my breath. I'm always satisfied after fucking this girl. My dick never leaves her body anything less than satisfied.

Alyssa, well, that’s another story.

I wrap my arms around Scarlett’s stomach and pull her down to the bed with me. I hold her tight as I inhale her hair that smells like strawberries.  

I arrived at work and bury myself in paperwork. I was an hour late getting here. I don't do late. I woke up this morning to the bright sun in my eyes and instead of Scarlett in my arms, it was Alyssa who had been resting on my chest.

I had moved her off me and quickly dressed for the day. I was hoping to see Scarlett before I left, but she had texted me, saying she woke up early and went home to get ready for work. I only wish she woke me up when she did. Maybe I would have started my day diving into her, and wouldn’t have been late.

It's almost twelve when my work phone rings, “Harris.” I give my usual curt answer.

“Dalton,” Alyssa’s worried voice comes over the receiver.

“Hey, honey. How are you?” I appease the voice on the other side

“I don't know. My head is throbbing, and I just woke up. I swear I didn't even drink that much. I tried calling Scarlett to ask what happened, but she didn't answer.”

“Maybe you reacted differently this time. You alright now?” I ask, hoping there are no ill effects to what Scarlett put in her drink.

“Yeah, besides these nail marks on my arm. I'm guessing Scarlett left them, but I can’t remember why she would. She used to do it to me when she was mad...God...what happened last night?  I didn’t say anything to you?” I can picture her rubbing her head, trying her best to put the puzzle together of her nonexistent memory.

“No. I was asleep when you came to bed. It'll come to you, I'm sure.”

“Mr. Harris?” Lydia, my secretary, announces over the intercom. “Your um…lunch appointment is here.”

I push the button to reply back, “Thank you, Lydia, send them in.”

“Listen, Aly, I have to go. I'll see you tonight.”

“Aly? You haven’t called me that in months.” I don't hear what else she says as Scarlett walks through my door in a tan trench coat and locks the door behind her. She's carrying an oversized bag and drops it to the floor.

She undoes the tie from the coat and it falls to the ground. She smirks at me, dressed in only a black lace corset, matching lace thong, garter belt, and stockings. She bends down and pulls out a whip, and whips it in the air at me.

“Dalton, did you even hear me?” Alyssa’s voice brings me back to the present.

“Yeah, I’m sorry. I have to get to a meeting. These guys look hungry...err...angry...” I correct myself, “I need to go deal with the problem. Lay down the law, put out that fire.”

Scarlett fights her laughter, as I say my final farewell to Alyssa, and hang up.

She saunters to me, laying the leather whip on my desk. “I'm ready for you to lay down the law, Mr. Harris. I'm ready to receive my punishment for being a bad girl.”

“Go stand at the wall,” I command.

I'm thankful that she listens because, after last night's behavior, the last thing she needs is more lashes across her fair skin.

“You’re getting twenty Miss Price. Prepare yourself.”

I raise the whip and have it harshly come down across her back. I instantly feel better knowing my little girl is finally getting her just deserts.

One Month Later

I'm home early after an easy day in court. I was going to go back to the office, but decided against it, wanting a home cooked meal for once this week.

Alyssa had texted me to tell me she had made my favorite: baked ziti with Italian sausage.

I walk off the elevator and I hear what sounds like quiet sobbing coming from the living area. I move quickly and find Alyssa on the couch her arms wrapped around her legs, and her head buried between them.

I sit next to her and she jumps at my contact when I touch her back.

“What happened?”

Did someone die? She's hysterical.

Alyssa turns her head to me, her mascara running down her face. “Scarlett.” she gasps out.

My heart stops, did something happen to her?

“We had a fight.” she squeaks and the lump in my throat disappears.

This dramatic crying and bellowing over a fight? I roll my eyes and rub my hand on her back.

“She told me how much she hated me,” she rasps between her tears.

“Oh, I’m sure she didn't mean it.”

Although, I know for sure she did. I was starting to wonder when that firecracker would finally explode. The fuse has been burning for years and I wonder what it was that set her off?

“I don’t understand how Scarlett can be such a bitch. She still complains about the damn barn. That it's my fault I ruined her life. I’m tired of her complaining about how I get everything, and she always gets nothing. When we both know that’s not true.” She hiccups and wipes her nose with the neck of her shirt.

But you have a trust and she doesn’t. I’ve never heard your folks praise her before, unlike you.

I never did understand that. I asked Frank about it once, trying to get a better understanding of it; why one child would have a trust and not the other. He ended up telling me simply that Scarlett hadn’t earned hers yet. That she needed to mature first and start taking responsibility for her past actions.

That’s when I had learned about the fallout between the sisters. When Scarlett was thirteen, according to her dad and Alyssa, Scarlett burned down the family barn. She was smoking with some friends, trying to be cool, and when she put it out, it caught the hay on fire.  All the supplies, tools, and tractors were destroyed, along with their prized, thoroughbred horse.

Scarlett swears it wasn’t her. That it was Alyssa who was out there smoking and that she paid their neighbor Billy Weston to point the finger at her. According to Scarlett, Alyssa couldn’t afford the financial hit, or mommy and daddy’s hate, from burning down the barn, while trying to move and look for a new place. Maybe somewhere in Alyssa’s mind, she thought her parents would forgive the naïve young teen, over the mature college student. They hadn’t. Any mention of the barn in front of Scarlett, and she loses all control.  Alyssa says the opposite and thinks Scarlett overreacts to the situation.  I’m not sure who to believe, but if I’m honest, my heart believes Scarlett and I’ve told her that.

Even if she was lying, she was only thirteen, why keep holding it against her?

“I love my sister, but I don’t understand why she hates me? I do so much for her and she snaps at me for no reason.  All I told her was about our planned anniversary trip next month to Fiji and she jumped down my throat.” Alyssa rests her face on my chest, crying heavily. I rub her back in an attempt to comfort her.

Crap, I forgot about that damn trip. It doesn’t excuse Scarlett for yelling at Alyssa because of her jealousy. She’s always known that we take trips and do stuff together. She knows I still fuck my wife, even though it's few and far between now, but she usually doesn’t care. Lately, though, she’s been more possessive and obsessive.

I feel my phone buzz in my pocket as I hold my wife. I ignore it, knowing I need to be a shoulder for Alyssa, but it keeps buzzing. It might be work, and I have to pull myself away.

“Alyssa, I’ll be right back. Why don’t you run a bath and I’ll be in there shortly? It might help make you feel better. Don’t overthink this too much. I'm sure you'll make up in no time.”

Alyssa wipes her tears from her face, her glassy brown eyes stare at me. “You’re right,” she replies giving me a weak smile. “I just hate it when I fight with my sister.”

“I know. I’ll be there shortly.” I kiss the top of her head and head to my office.

I pull my phone out and notice the four missed calls are from Scarlett. Great. Another woman to bitch to me about the other woman in my life.

The phone rings in my hand, Scarlett’s bright smile, gracing my iPhone screen.

“Scarlett?”

“Dalton,” she sobs. “I need you. Can you come to my place? I need to talk to someone. Maybe you could take my mind off things.”

“I can’t right now. Alyssa is upset.”

“Alyssa is upset?” her voice raises, her sobs halting.

“Yes, she doesn’t like fighting with you. She’s hurt.” I tell her. Trying to make her understand that maybe her sister isn’t all evil, even though I know it won’t work.

“So, my feelings don’t matter?”

“They do, but I can’t leave her like this. I promised to meet her in the tub -” I instantly clamp my mouth down. I fucked up, knowing Scarlett is about to snap, but I still need to honor Alyssa’s feelings as her husband. It's the least I can do for all the shit I've done.

“What? Are you going to go fuck her now? Is that what you're telling me? Make her feel better when it should be me?”

“I don't have time for this now,” I growl into the phone. She needs to get over herself. My job as a husband is to try and comfort my wife and knowing how Scarlett can be I have no doubt she told Alyssa that she hated her to upset her more. I understand her small resentment, but I know it's mainly because she’s jealous. Scarlett knew what she was getting into when she started fucking me.

She drives me mad. I’m to the point I need a straightjacket for this girl.

“Like hell, you don't. She's the one being a bitch, bad talking you; bet she didn't tell you that, did she? Flaunting how much she loves your money. She never says anything about how she loves you, only that she doesn’t know where she would be without your influence. You are only her damn ticket to luxury, nothing more. Open your fucking eyes, Dalton.”

“That’s enough. I can't leave, Scarlett. I'm sure you're more than fine. Your tears seem to have soaked up fast. You’re just mad because I won't leave Alyssa right now. I'll see you tomorrow. We can talk then.”

“Fuck you, Dalton! Enjoy your fucking lame sex and your fucking wife. Don’t cry to me when she drains you of every penny.”

The line goes dead and I toss my phone on the desk. She acts like such a brat sometimes. But she’s my brat. I yank on my hair. Our affair was never supposed to go this far or this deep.

I leave my office to go find Alyssa and hear the tones of Adele playing through the bathroom. I peek in through the crack of the door. Alyssa is sitting in the soap filled tub, singing, without a care in the world. Moments ago, she was so affected by what happened with Scarlett and now she seems fine. That was one of the many things I loved about Alyssa, her ability to move on from problems and forgive -unlike her little sister. Boy, can that little girl hold a grudge like no other.

“You seem better?” I ask as I walk into the bathroom.

“A little bit. Adele always knows what I’m feeling.” She gives me a weak smile. “Once she gets over whatever is bothering her, I’ll have my sister back. Thank you for listening to me.” Her soap soaked arm reaches out of the tub to me.

“That’s my job.” I shrug. I move towards her, taking her hand, bending down to kiss her.

“Will you join me? I’d feel even better with you close to me.”

“Sure,” I say hesitantly, but strip off my clothes and join my wife in the tub.

I haven't heard from Scarlett in three days. I’ve called, went to her place, and nothing. I was tempted to go to her job, pull her out by her hair, spank her ass purple, but I resisted. If she wants to act like a damn child I'll wait until she grows up. I don’t play these fucking games.

But I hate that I let this girl get under my skin and my lunch has paled without the taste of her pussy juices adding flavor to my sandwich.

Alyssa has been in touch with her and told me that they’ve kissed and made up. That shocked me. It made me jealous that she was able to hear her voice. Yet, at the same time makes my skin prickle that something is about to happen.

By the fourth day I’m pissed and on edge for a release. The only place I know I could get one since Scarlett has gone cold, is Alyssa. I wanted to tie her up, fuck her in the ass, but my wife isn’t down for that shit.

“Oh honey, it’s been so long, please can we make love.”

Her words irritated me. Make love? Why doesn’t Alyssa understand sometimes a man needs a good hard fuck. Scarlett got it, you would think her sister could too.

Thankfully, she went for the doggy position, and I could ram my dick into her.

I wanted to punish my wife for her crazy ass sister’s behavior. All I could think about was Scarlett, as I fucked my wife. I thought about all the elements I could use on Scarlett to make her pay for ignoring me. When I was done with Alyssa, I still didn't have my fill and jacked off in the shower to my sapphire-eyed nympho.

I am going to fucking hell in a handbasket.

That night when Alyssa cuddled into my chest I tried to remember the reasons I wanted to be with her. The reasons I thought she was the one that brought me peace. I can’t deny that I still have feelings for the brown-eyed red-head, but it’s the deep blue-eyed one who haunts my dreams.

Saturday morning comes around and I lock myself in my office before Alyssa gets up. It’s now been seven days since Scarlett. I hate how much I miss her brand of crazy.

At this rate though, I figure our affair is over and I need to start fixing things with Alyssa. Maybe tell her I need more kink with our vanilla.

A swirl.

I buckle down and try to get some work done. I’m behind, but in the quiet of the early morning, I should be able to get something done.

I’m in the middle of a contract when a loud bang comes from my office door and Alyssa’s voice comes shouting through. “Dalton, open this fucking door!”

I jolt out of my seat and fling open my office door. There stands my wife, looking like she’s about to set me on fire, her hands on her hips, steaming mad. I don’t miss the tears falling down her face.

“What’s wrong?” I ask right before she charges into my office.

“What’s wrong? What’s wrong? I’ll be happy to tell you, you cheating asshole.”

I still, my heart is hammering out of my chest. How the fuck does she know. My world comes crashing down at my wife’s knowledge of my infidelity.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about?” My brain to mouth filter kicking in.

Alyssa sits in my chair and starts typing on my computer. I walk behind her, trying to figure out what she has on me.

The video starts and there playing in front of me, is Scarlett and my first time. She’s sucking my dick blindfolded. I haven’t watched this in over a year. I swore I had it locked away, saved as an encrypted file.

“Look familiar?” She glares up at me. “It gets better.” She fast-forwards the video and it’s when I was working over Scarlett with a flogger. I’m thankful the sound is missing from the video, she shouldn’t have to be subject to all the moans and screams being made on that tape as I fucked her sister wildly.

I slam the laptop lid down ending the show. “Where did you get this?” I fire at her, giving me time to think of an excuse for my deceit.

“Someone sent it to me. Threatened to put it online for the world to see. How could you do this to us? I thought I made you happy? Who is she?”

I sigh inwardly, grateful she doesn’t know it’s her sister. Lying will be a tad easier like all I the lies I’ve spilled over the last two years. I'm a lawyer after all.

“This is old. An ex-girlfriend”

“It’s in our bedroom. I thought you said you never brought girlfriends or one night stands into your bedroom here. That I was the only one who laid in our bed. Admit that you cheated on me.” She stands up from my chair and starts pacing the room.

“I didn’t Alyssa. I…” I’m trying to find the words that could make this lie more believable.  Sadly, don’t have them. Even if this video was before we were married, I still cheated. If I deny the cheating, then I lied about it being an ex in my room.

I have to weigh the pros and cons.

“I lied. There was one girl and it was only one time. A long time ago. Honestly, I forgot about it.”

“I don’t believe you!” she shouts, heavy tears pouring down from her eyes. I hate seeing her like this.

I never wanted to break her heart. This shit has Scarlett written all over it. I’m going to beat her ass once I see her again. However, knowing her, she’ll like it. She always had a thing for when I got angry and controlling.

“I’m sorry, Alyssa, but we weren’t married yet.”

Alyssa raises her hand. “Save it. I don’t want to hear it. I can’t.” Her breath hitches as the tears clog her throat.  “Every time I close my eyes I see it. I watch how you enjoyed flogging her, gagging her. All the things you can’t do to me. The fact that you even made this video and gave it to some floozy.”

“Alyssa…” I start again, and she slaps me across my face.

I might have deserved that, but I can’t help the rage that builds up in my body.

“Don’t. I’ll be back later to get my things.”

“You’re not even going to talk to me about this. You’re just going to leave?” I snarl. The rage still seeping through my veins.

“Yes,” she says softly, not looking at me.

I can’t even fathom the words as Alyssa stomps out of my office. I throw the mug that held my coffee across the room and it shatters into pieces.

However, the mug does not represent my heart. Though I do start to panic, thinking about the prenup. Thinking about if this video gets out.

What the hell was Scarlett’s plan? To ruin me while ruining her sister?

I go to my safe and search for the file of the sex tape. I find it in the place I put it, which is in the black box that holds my grandfather’s watch. It hides under the matting inside of the box. The thumb drive still sits inside, appearing to be untouched.

However, it doesn’t mean my little, sexy-as-fuck, manipulating girl didn’t do something.

Fuck!

I need to stop thinking like that. I need to make a choice and since Scarlett is MIA and Alyssa has the key to my fortune, it seems a lot easier than it should.

I pace for what feels like hours. I even tried calling Scarlett again and like the last seven days, I am met with her voicemail.

I try working again, but can’t focus. My mind is everywhere and I’m about to self-destruct. I think of calling Alyssa, but I quickly stop myself.

I need to burn this energy. I peel off my shirt and am thankful I put my basketball shorts on instead of my pajama bottoms. Maybe I knew this morning was going to go to shit.  I hop on my treadmill that I keep in my office that faces the window to overlook the city.

My thoughts have just started to settle when a familiar hand reaches over and pushes the stop button. I let the belt pull me back and jump off, coming face to face with Scarlett.

She’s wearing a shit-eating grin and looks positively pleased with herself. Her eyes rake over my sweaty chest and she sinks her teeth into her pouty, plump lip.

“Well, I'm glad you’re in a good fucking mood.”

She chuckles and shrugs her shoulders. “Why shouldn’t I be? My horrid sister said she left you. Was crying and whining. I didn’t really listen as I made my way over here to comfort you.”

“To comfort me?” I snarl.

“Yeah, I figured you would be so heartbroken,” she mutters sarcastically. “Although you seem to lack tear stains, so I would say you’re good.”

“Well, your sister is hurt,” I snap back. “Why the hell would you send her our sex tape? Because I hurt your damn feelings, and wouldn’t drop everything for you at a second’s notice? Maybe if you answered your phone the next day...”

She stares at me, her eyes dance mischievously. “Excuse me? I don’t have that tape. If I remember it was in your possession.”

“Don’t fucking lie to me, Scarlett. This has your manipulative ass written all over it.”

She shrugs, the smug look she was wearing when she came here, still playing on her lips.

“Didn't you tell her it was before you were married? I mean you weren’t wearing a ring and you had a much younger ass,” she jokes

“Don’t be smart and I did, but she doesn’t believe me.” I huff.

And she’s right not to believe me.

Scarlett laughs, “I guess it was close enough though. Maybe you should’ve been a braver man and said no to me.”

Maybe I should have. Then I wouldn’t be in this fucking mess.

Two Years Ago:

I’m sitting in my office, thinking about going over some final paperwork before I leave on my honeymoon. Tomorrow I become a married man. Never did I think this would happen. I love Alyssa with all my heart and I’m ready to make this plunge for the rest of my life.

A deep plunge.

I kept many of my toys, just in case one day I can convince her to play, but I think hell will freeze over first. My dad always said love has a funny way of making you change who you are, for the better.

Although, I wonder sometimes if it is really for the better.  

We just got done with the rehearsal dinner. I’m horny, and I’m drunk, knowing drinking would be the only way I would get any sleep.

My thoughts wander to Alyssa’s little sister, Scarlett. She was absolutely breathtaking tonight and looked better than any of the high-priced strippers that were at my bachelor party. Her tight, black dress hugged her every curve, her plunging neckline, and open back, she made every guy look twice. She was simply stunning and only eighteen.

I hate to admit that I flirted with her, hard, and supplied her with alcohol. She’s spunky and made me laugh like never before.

I shake my head, clearing my mind. I need to forget about her. Although it’s hard because she’s sleeping in my guest room right now. Alyssa is at my parents’ house and I am left to my own devices for the night. Scarlett was trashed when we left, and she begged me to take her back to my place so her parents wouldn’t kill her. The cab drove us home and she passed out on my shoulder. I carried her upstairs and laid her on the bed. I left her in her dress, knowing it wouldn’t be right to undress her.

Alyssa.

Alyssa.

Alyssa.

She’s the one I want. The one I need, the one that makes me better. She’s all I need.

I leave my office, ready to crash. I got nothing done. I don’t know who I was trying to kid getting work done when I can barely see straight.

I pull off my tie and make my way to my bedroom. It hasn’t been my bedroom in months, but it’s the last night it will be a bachelor’s bed. By daylight, it’ll be the marital bed.

I flick on the light and stop in my path. Sitting on my bed is Scarlett, gloriously naked, with what looks like a blindfold, rope, a video camera, and a flogger, spread out on the bed.

She doesn’t look anywhere near the disheveled girl that passed out on me an hour ago.

“What are you doing?” My voice cracks at the sight, and my dick betrays me by turning to stone.

“Alyssa told me a little bit about how you left behind your hard-core side. She doesn't really trust you not to want to go back because she can’t give you what you need. Can’t really blame her. You reek of control. I don’t see how my money-grubbing sister could please you. Also, I see the way you look at me when you think no one else is looking. You’re looking at me like that now. You want this and I’m more than willing to give you all you want before you get tied down.”

“She told you?”

Scarlett shrugs, “Yeah. She wanted someone to talk to that wouldn’t judge her or you. She’s stupid, trusting me and everything. I mean I won’t tell a soul outside these four walls.”

I gulp, not knowing what to say or how to react. The hottest girl I’ve ever seen is sitting on my bed, her scent taking over what used to be Alyssa’s scent.  

Alyssa.

Alyssa.

I chant. Get this girl out of your room, Harris.  

“You were sleeping...drunk…” I stutter and wonder when the hell I became fifteen again.

She giggles, and it only serves to make my dick harder. My temper flares, mad at myself for not picking this girl up and throwing her out of my room but also for wanting to bend her over and fuck her hard.

“I wasn’t drunk. I made sure the bartender gave me soda with no liquor. I knew if you thought I was drunk, you would take me home. Alyssa does say you have a heart of gold. And what do you know? You actually do. However, I know you want me. When you laid me down, you were undressing me with your eyes and ran your hand down my cleavage. Listen, I’m willing to give you what you want. One last hurrah, let you dominate me, because tomorrow, well… I think you know.” Scarlett’s hand runs down her stomach and into her soaked core.

I quickly sober up.

I watch as she throws her head back and moans as, her fingers working in and out of her. Fuck. No one needs to know. Nobody will know.

She wouldn’t tell Alyssa.

“Stop!” I demand. She stops, her head popping up to look at me, a smirk playing on her lips. She got me, and she knows it.  

“What would you like me to do?”

“You can start by telling me what you know about the old me?” I can’t just throw her into my world without her knowing what she’s doing.

“After Alyssa told me how you used to be, I knew that was something I wanted in my man, controlling, adventurous, and kinky as fuck. She cried saying she wasn’t sure how to accept it, but how you were supposedly willing to change for her. But a man like you never changes, no matter how hard they try.  It's written all over you, how much you miss a hard fuck.” She smiles scandalously at me. “I’m willing to do whatever it is you want, Dalton. Serve you one last time before you throw it all away for my sister.”

All thoughts of Alyssa exit my mind and I focus on the goddess on my bed. She’s mine for the taking and I'm going to use every inch of her.

“Get down on your knees in front of me. Your hands behind your back.”

She quickly does what I say, and I can't fight my grin at her willingness and how hot she looks at being at my command. My erection is in agreement, trying to break through its confines desperate for her pouty lips.

I stalk around her as if she’s prey. Memorizing every inch of her.

I stop in front of her and lift her chin to look at me. “Where did you get the rope and flogger on such short notice?”

She smirks, a little giggle leaving her lips. “Your wife got that at her bachelorette party. I knew she wasn’t going to use them, so I stored them in the guest room, waiting for tonight.”

I shake my head. Even Alyssa’s damn friends are begging her to release her kinky side, and she’s still a prude.

“And what’s the video camera for? Trying to frame me?” I smirk. The last thing I need is a sex tape appearing on the internet.

“No, I thought you would want some last memories. Alyssa said it’s what you used to do.”

I shake my head. What the fuck was Alyssa thinking, telling her sister this shit? “They were pictures…”

Scarlett shrugs. “Either way. I thought you would want a memento when you get bored with my sister and want to remember who the better Price sister is.”

I laugh, admiring her cockiness. “I’m going to play rough with you.”

“Good,” she sasses, and I grab her hair, pulling aggressively.

“No more of your fucking smart mouth, Scarlett. Now stay, while I set up.”

She laughs, as I push her head back, releasing her hair.

I grab the blindfold and cover her eyes. Her deep blue orbs have hypnotized me enough lately. I remove my clothes and then grab the video camera, figuring she’s right. I do want to remember this and if she ever tries to tell anyone, I’ll put this on every porn site, blocking out my face.

I turn on the camera and focus it on Scarlett, who hasn’t moved. How long has it been since I’ve had an eighteen-year-old pussy? I pause and realize it’s been since high school. Too long if you ask me. I’m sure there’s something missing with a sweet young thing like Scarlett.

I balance the camera in one hand and take my dick in the other. I run my dick over her lips, spreading my precum around them. “Lick your lips and taste me.  I want you to know what I taste like before I shoot it down your throat.”

Scarlett parts her mouth and licks her lips slowly. “More, please,” she begs.

“Open wide.”

Scarlett opens her mouth and I place my dick inside. “Suck and I want it to hit the back of your throat.” Once my dick is safely in her mouth I grab the back of her head and help slide myself down her throat.

I wonder how many dicks this teenager has sucked because she’s using her tongue like a pro. “Somebody’s a little slut…” I grip her hair, yanking hard, so she feels the pain in her scalp.  I control her movements while I thrust my dick into her.

I check the camera to make sure it’s catching my dick go in and out of her pouty pink mouth.

I pull her off me, “Are you enjoying this?”

“Yes,” she hisses, a smile on her lips.  “Your dick tastes so good and I love how it fills my mouth.”

“Good. Open back up.” She opens wide, and I slide back in, before slamming myself to her tonsils. She gags, and I pull back and do it again.

She has tears running down her face at the force of the impact. I soften the blows and ask if she’s okay. She nods slightly with her mouth full of cock. I release her hair, “I want you to make me come, little girl. Show me what you got.”

She moans as she works her talent on my shaft. Her tongue runs along the large vein on my cock, causing me to almost lose control.

I thrust my hips into her, urging my orgasm, but when she sinks her teeth into the base of my shaft, I explode. I hold her head still, as I pour every last drop down her greedy little throat.

I pull my dick out of her mouth roughly, cum dripping down her chin, and I’m pleased when she licks up the remnants.

I set the camera down and help her stand. “I’m going to fuck you now, Scarlett. You ready?”

“Yes. Give me everything you have,” she pants.

My hand dips between her legs, her moisture gathering on my fingers. “You’re soaking Scarlett.” I rub my hands back and forth, enjoying how wet she is for me. Her breathing is heavy as my thumb teases her clit. Out of all the women I’ve had, I don’t think any have ever been this wet and excited before. Especially, not Alyssa.

Her body twitches and I know she’s about to come. But I’m not going to let that happen yet. I remove my hand and put my fingers in my mouth, sucking her delicious flowery musk off my fingers.

“Taste how good your juices are.” I place my fingers against her lips and I’m pleased when her tongue darts out, licking my fingertips.

Once my fingers are cleaned, I grab the rope off the bed. I've only tied up a woman once before, and the thought of having Scarlett bound to my bed; excites me. There’s only enough rope here to tie her hands to the bedpost, but it will do, for now.

I lay the camera down on the dresser, making sure I have a good view of my bed and Scarlett. I want to capture every thrust and every quiver of her body.

I can’t wait to be inside of her.

I find a condom in my side drawer and pull it out. She’s young, but she seems to have a raging sexual appetite, so I have no idea where she has been. Though I do wonder how silky her insides are.

I forgo the flogger and dive my mouth between her legs, sucking her, licking her, fingering her. I love eating a woman out. I have all this control on how long it will take to make them cum. Scarlett tastes heavenly, a flavor I would love to taste on my tongue all day.

I don’t know how much time goes by as I enjoy my feast between this young girl's leg, but I fear I might never have enough of this pussy snack. I nibble her clit and she comes like a rocket spilling her sweetness into my mouth.

I move away and bend her knees to position myself between her legs. “You taste so much better than your sister,” I say messing with her.

“I sure hope so. I want you to have the best,” she moans.

I pinch her nipple before smacking her breast hard with the palm of my hand.

She whimpers.

“I’m going to fuck you now. Hard. After I come deep inside of you, I’m going to stand you up and work you over with the riding crop I have hidden in my closet. I might have a few other surprises for you.”

“Whatever you want Dalton. I’m at your will.”

“You're going to keep my dick satisfied until I get married tomorrow. I want you aching as you stand at the altar when I say I do to your sister. You’re going to know how good I feel while later that night I plow into Alyssa,” I hiss at her.

She laughs, and I twist her nipple hard. “What the fuck are you laughing for?”

“I don’t know if you're trying to make me jealous or not. But no matter what happens after tonight. I know the next time you go fuck my sister, you’ll be thinking of me and my tight fucking pussy. Wishing you got more than a simple taste.”

I don’t respond. Instead, I lift her legs around my ears and slam into her. She screams as I pound into her hard and fast. I bite down on her calf harshly, leaving an imprint, a mark that I’ll be able to see tomorrow at my wedding.

“Oh fuck, Dalton... fuck!” she calls out. I drop her legs down, bending my body over, and kiss her.

Once my tongue makes contact with hers she explodes around me. I roughly pull out of her, leaving her body in a quiver.

I free her from the ropes and pull her to sit up roughly. I move off the bed and force her to go stand and face the wall.

“I hope you’re ready for me to work your body over.” My hand runs down her spine. “This body is mine now…”

Present Time

Replaying the memory of our first time, I know there was no way that I could’ve said no to her. She was a temptress and she knew it. She had me hook, line, and sinker, the second my dick sank into her warm center.

“Scarlett, you made a fucking mess of everything. I need you to butt out until I deal with Alyssa, and make her believe I never did anything to her. Fix things” I tug on my hair, frustrated and lost.

“Why? Fuck her. You have me. You know I can be everything you want. It’s me you want. You wouldn’t have been keeping this going for all these years if you didn’t.”

“I know,” I growl aggravated. It is her I want, but I can’t cave to her. She’ll walk all over me. “But if we divorce she’ll get practically everything I worked my whole life to get.”

I don’t know how I could have been so stupid when I came up with that idea.

“No, she won’t...” Scarlett tells me, grinning like a loon.

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“I knew I wanted you when I first met you and I figured Alyssa had you under some stupid spell. You couldn’t and still can’t see what she really is. She’s always been great at pulling the wool over people’s eyes, and she hooked you easily. When my parents and I came to meet your family, I was on my way to the bathroom when I heard you talking to your dad in his office. I heard the three of you talking about prenups and financials. The promises you were making, telling her you would give her everything if you messed up. That you would keep her happy.” She laughs and rolls her eyes. “Even with a prenup, Alyssa had her greedy nails into you. I still don’t know how she did it since you were so quick to fuck me.”

If I’m honest, I have no idea either.

“When I heard all that, it made me question, if you loved her so much and trusted her, why would you even want the prenup?”

“I’m a lawyer.”  I shrug. I hadn’t intended on a prenup until my dad forced my hand. I was the idiot that had decided Alyssa would end up getting more because I had been trying to show her I loved her, that I wouldn’t regret giving up the rough kinky sex. I had to show her she was all I needed, and it was only a piece of paper. I never saw it ending in the beginning, but Scarlett threw all that in the crapper.

“Sure, whatever you say,” she scoffs, rolling her eyes.  “Anyways, I know what my sister is like. She’s a snot-nosed brat, who only cares about herself and money in the end. She doesn’t love you and she doesn’t deserve anything of yours. Daddy gave her a big trust; the bitch will be fine. So, after your meeting, I took the forms and changed them up. Then on the night of the rehearsal, put them back in your dad’s office. That’s why I was so late. I knew you wouldn’t look at them again until you went to sign them.” She shrugs. “Her head was in the clouds, and you were too busy thinking about me sucking your dick again.”

She’s right. During the reception she had cornered me, sucking me off in the bathroom.

“You’re fucking evil.” I shake my head.

She’s evil but clever.

“I saved you. You should be happy. Even if you didn’t stay with me, you would have found someone else, and well, I didn’t want my sister having anything.”

“I am. Although, you know there’s no way I could trust you not to fuck me over if we were to get together.”

She’d done so much stuff behind my back to get her way. I would have to always watch my back and have someone watching her ass twenty-four-seven.

“Whatever. I don't want your shit. I want you. I hoped you would have understood that these last two years. I never asked you for a thing. It’s not like you ever bought me a lavish gift, besides that diamond necklace on my birthday. You spoiled Alyssa and I didn’t care because the gifts don’t mean shit. I was never money hungry. I hoped that you would have seen that. That I loved the fucking sex. I loved you. Plus, if I wanted to fuck you over, I would have made sure Alyssa got everything, and stayed with her, while we spent your fucking cash, all while rubbing it in your damn face. Just because I hate my dear, dear sister, she loves me, and would give me everything I ask for.”

“You’re fucking psycho, Scarlett.” I rub my hands down my face. I’m exhausted, confused, turned on, and panicked all in one.

“Maybe, but you seem to dig it.” She crosses her arms over her chest. A sinister glint crosses her face.

“Scarlett, I can’t do this with you anymore. If anyone found out about our affair it would ruin me. It could ruin Alyssa. She’s on so many charity boards.” I try to reason, even if it’s not what I want, but I don’t trust her not to take me down while she’s on the warpath trying to get even with Alyssa.

Her sapphire eyes turn to frost, and the temperature in the room drops abruptly. “Oh, boo fucking hoo. People would cry about it for two fucking minutes, then get over it. Plus, isn’t it a thing for hot shots to have affairs? And you know I don’t give a damn about Alyssa. She’ll be fine.”

“You need to stay away, Scarlett. I can’t… I need to try and work things out with Alyssa. I fucked up and I shouldn’t have ever…” I trail off. The frost melts from her eyes, and they darken into a heated fury. Her face is red, and I know she’s about to explode.

I know there’s nothing worse for Scarlett then watching her sister win.

“She won’t want to work anything out once I tell her it was me you were fucking the night before your wedding. Or how we fucked next to her while she slept. Or about all the lunches you canceled so you could eat me instead. I’m sure she would love that. I have more pictures, there would be no denying it.”

“You fucking wouldn’t Scarlett.” I hiss. “I would destroy you. Alyssa hasn’t done anything wrong in this. You don’t need to fuck with her more than you already have.”

I tug on my hair, knowing all of this has gone too far. I don’t want to deal with this insanity between the sisters anymore.

“I’ll do whatever the hell I want. She deserves it!” she yells. “She should pay for what she did to me.”

“Scarlett, this is not the way. I think…” I’m cut off by Scarlett’s scream as she pulls her hair, telling me to shut up.

“Why can't you see that I fucking love you? I've been at your beck and call. I’ve played the perfect mistress and you still want to stay with her? I gave you two years of me and you're throwing me away.”

“It's not that fucking easy, Scarlett. What am I supposed to do? Divorce Alyssa and then have you move in? What would your parents think? My family? Our friends and colleagues? Everyone will think of you as some man stealing slut. Is that what you want?” I growl.

There’s no way I would want anyone to talk about her that way. Like Alyssa, she also doesn’t deserve any of the fucking downfall. If we got together, I would be the one always on trial, because I would spend my days, punching out whoever talks bad about her.

“Fuck them. Everyone always hates on me. It’s nothing new. It was always Alyssa this and Alyssa that. She always got away with everything. I became her fall girl, and I got blamed for burning down the barn because she didn’t want to lose mom and dad’s money. I never got the chance to defend myself. They believed her because Alyssa could do no wrong. I was thirteen and they believed I suddenly became a hoodlum overnight because Alyssa and Billy said so. They took away my trust, but I didn’t care about that, all I wanted was for them to stop hating me,” she sobs.

“Scarlett!” I say firmly, needing her to calm down.

“No!” she bellows. “I pretended to like my sister because I wanted my parents to acknowledge me and Alyssa would tell me everything. She told me the night that she met you, how she was going to do everything in her power to get you because you were loaded. She made me so fucking mad because the second I met you, I knew you deserved fucking better. Did you know she tries to buy me stuff and put money in my account? Her way of paying me back the trust I lost.”

She rolls her eyes and grits her teeth, getting madder by the second. I’m getting madder by the second, she’s out of control and needs to shut up.

“If you looked you would see, I returned every single fucking dime. I didn’t want the damn money. I didn’t care about it because all I wanted was you, you fucking pig head.”

I knew that. I always knew. It’s what drew me to her even more, that she wasn’t about my money, but I’m not going to tell her that, especially right now.

“I pretended that you being with her didn’t bug me, because you would go home smelling of me, kissing her with my juices on your lips, and that was enough to fill my revenge. But it wasn’t enough because I loved you. I wanted you all to myself and you still went back to her every time. I was the one that pleased you. Why don't you fucking love me?” she screeches, and tears roll down her face, as she moves towards me. “Love me. Me.” She shoves me hard on my chest, then claws at my skin. “Why can't you just love me? I've given you everything.” She goes to push me again and I grab her wrist, spinning her around and locking her hands behind her back.

“Stop!” I bark, loudly, my voice echoing off the walls.

Her body instantly relaxes at my command and a shiver runs down her spine. She needs me to do this to her, she's slipping and I'm the only one that can bring her back.

This crazy hot, neurotic, little girl is mine.  She’s all mine and she needs my control. It’s my job, to bring her back from the brink. To take care of her.

“Shut the fuck up, baby. Just shut up.” I breathe into her ear and bite down on the lobe.

I push her to the desk and forcefully make her bend over. I lift her dress, exposing her peachy ass, and spank her, wildly and aggressively. She groans with each slap and I know for her this is more pleasure than a punishment.

When her cheeks are nice and red, I rip her tiny white thong, sending it across the room.

She's glistening, the smell of her arousal fills the room.

My favorite smell.

The one thing I do know, is that I do need her crazy ass in my life. I'm not sure how, or even why, but for now, I'll fuck the shit out of her, so she’ll shut up.

“Don't fucking move, and keep your hands behind your back,” I sneer.

I take off my tie and wrap her wrists together. When she wants to be, she’s obedient to a fault. She’s breathing heavy, still absorbing the stings from my spanking. I push down my shorts and boxers and step out of them.

I rub my dick along her folds and with no warning, slam myself into her waiting and dripping pussy.

She pushes forward on my desk as I ram myself into her over and over again.

Her moans echo through the room, urging me on. I wrap her hair around my wrist, pulling her head up roughly, my other hand holding her hips as I stroke violently into her.

“Is this what you fucking like Scarlett?”

“Yessss,” she hisses. “I fucking love it.”

“And you think I should throw everything away with Alyssa for your tight pussy?”

“You have been for the last two years,” she argues back sarcastically.

I slap her ass hard, making my hand tingle. Her fucking smart mouth and attitude has me wanting to do nothing more than tie her up, whip her, and remind her who is the boss in this messy relationship. I smack her again and she laughs.

She fucking laughs.

That’s my girl.

“Laugh now, beautiful.  Wait until I pull out that paddle you love so much.” Her body shivers in response. A paddle that I had made for her. It literally has her name engraved on it.

She was right, she is what I want. I want to own this girl, possess her, control her.

She’s the fucking kinkiest girl I’ve ever met. She loves everything I throw at her. She’s responsive to everything. It would be nice though if she was more damn compliant then manipulating.

But what do I care? Sex with Scarlett beats the lame sex I was always made to do with Alyssa.

“You don't need that hard-core stuff anymore. You love me. That's all you need. I'll keep you happy.”

If only I had met Scarlett first. Her insane ass is what keeps me happy and sane. It’s what drew me to her. However, I refuse to tell her that.

“Fuck Dalton,” she yells out as I pull her hair harder. I pinch and roll her right nipple between my fingers.

I'm about to move her when the door flings open and a loud shriek penetrates the room.

Alyssa stands with her hands over her mouth, tears streaming down her face, as she looks at the scene in front of her.

My movements still, but Scarlett's doesn't, as she keeps pushing against me, chasing her orgasm. I pull her head back, telling her to stop. She turns her head to me, the smile on her face is nothing but pure evil. It makes my dick stir. I never wanted her more than I do now, and I continue thrusting, wanting to give Scarlett her orgasm, as my wife watches.

“Why don't you take a picture sis, it’ll last longer?” Scarlett says gleefully sneering, “because he's fucking mine now.”

THE END

A Sneak Peek to My First Full-Length Novel:

Watching You

Summary:  Kyle Parker's involvement with women is limited to observing their every movement. Many women have been his target of his obsession, until one day a brown-haired green-eyed lady changes his course, and he falls in love. However, his obsession to follow and watch still overcomes him, and he just might end up driving the girl he loves over the edge.

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A wave of blonde hair passes me on the busy sidewalk, unaware of my presence. I follow behind my girl through a few downtown shops on the Upper East Side of New York City. She’s dressed to the nines, with no real place to go. Her skirt is so short it makes heads turn. Her body glistens from the summer heat.

I focus on the sway of her hips and the way her long toned legs look in her killer heels. I could spend all day looking at Cindy Larson and never get tired.  She is my muse.

What can I say about Cindy? She's been my favorite girl to watch.

Cindy is a tantalizing, blonde bombshell, with hypnotizing golden eyes. Her amazingly tight body is what women would usually spend hours in the gym to get. Her double D cups are perky and when she walks, they bounce. I love to picture what her ample breasts look like bare and wonder if her nipples would pebble under my touch.

Her routine is predictable which makes it easier for me to follow and watch. Cindy is out the door of her apartment every morning at nine a.m. She makes her way across the street to Starbucks and orders an iced coffee with skim. She has ordered the same thing everyday for the last three months. Never anything with more flavor, and I know it’s to help keep that figure of hers.

This Starbucks is the first place I ever saw Cindy. Our eyes had locked for only a second through the large, glass windows, while her lips were wrapped around her straw. She instantly became my new obsession.

It only took two days to find Cindy, after my last muse, Heather, moved away. New York is a busy city and there always seems to be a new girl who catches my eye. Once I get bored with one, I move on to the next, one that sparks my interest, and my desires.

Cindy breezes past me. Her signature scent reaches my nostrils, and I inhale her Chanel No. 5 perfume; such an intoxicating scent of roses and jasmine. I have traces of it on my pillow, so when I sleep at night I can imagine she’s there.

Like clockwork, she marches into the Elite Gym on 2nd Avenue, so she can take her ten a.m. Pilates class. She struts into the locker room, and when she emerges, she’s wearing a pale pink sports bra and yoga pants. The pants are so tight against on her it’s like she’s wearing an extra layer of skin. It makes that peachy ass of hers, look juicy and sweet, leaving me wanting to take a bite out of it.

I make my way to the treadmill with the best view of her ass. There’s no better sight in this gym than to watch her twist and bend.

I know everything about Cindy, from her favorite color to her favorite song. Her little snort when she laughs, all her snobby friends, her family, and even her bank account numbers. I know she's never worked a day in her life. Her last boyfriend dumped her, right before I started watching. I also know last week she bought a pink vibrator to help with the ache between her legs.

I smile, thinking about her pleasuring herself, but now I need to adjust myself before anyone sees my raging boner. I'll have to satisfy my needs later, while I ogle her pictures on my wall.

The Pilates class ends. Cindy opens the door, and the sweat dripping from her skin makes her glow. I picture myself licking the beads off her neck.

I bet she tastes sweet.

After showering, she always goes shopping.  I guess it's one of the many perks of Mommy and Daddy's money.

I don’t judge her though. I too, come from a large trust fund my parents left me upon their deaths. The pain of their loss rips through my heart and leaves it in shreds. My eyes squeeze together painfully, remembering the sound of metal crunching, the screams, then the silence. Their faces flash in my mind, as recalling their final hugs and knowing I never got to say goodbye.

No, we won't think of them right now.

We need to focus on my girl.

I watch as Cindy flings her immaculate blonde hair over her shoulder, laughing with the sales clerk as she purchases a green cocktail dress. I'm sure she'll wear it tonight when she goes clubbing with Alexa and Tammy.

She’s so beautiful. I go to bed every night dreaming of her face, wondering what it would be like to talk to her. What it would feel like to be inside her.

It’s something I will never know. I'm a watcher. I've always been just a watcher.

I remember when it all started.

I was in seventh grade when I met Lucy Carmichael. She had been in tenth grade and lived across the street from me. The first time we met was when she ripped Lance Sanders off me. He beat me up for shits and giggles.

I was a loner in school, overweight and I smelled. My grandmother used to say I tried to eat my problems away. However, it never stopped her from pushing a plate in front of my face.

Lucy was an angel. It was like she walked on water.

She’d smiled at me that day, before turning away and running off with her friends.

I wanted Lucy’s attention and I started working out to lose the weight. The only thing I couldn’t do was work up any courage to talk to her. For a year, I watched as she left the house to hang out with her friends. I watched as she snuck out, and then back, in the middle of the night. I watched her every second I could.

There came a day when I had thought I was finally ready to talk to her. I looked good. I was thin and buff, my hair looked fly, and I had a new wardrobe.

Then Randall Thompson happened. I walked up to Lucy’s front porch with a bundle of daisies in my hand. Daisies were her favorite, but Randall was there with red roses, which I knew she hated. He glared at me and laughed.

He taunted me, asking me what in the hell was I doing. He shoved me back when Lucy opened the door, her eyes gleamed when she saw Randall. They sparkled just like when her father bought her a pink Camaro for her birthday.

She had taken his flowers, told him how beautiful they were, and kissed him on the cheek. She then looked at me, disgust written all over her face and shook her head, clearly saying I was no good. She’d pulled Randall into the house, but before he went in, he turned to me with an evil sneer and said, “You will only ever be able to look. You will never be able to touch.” He ended his words with a gruff “Loser” before going into the house to kiss my angel.

That was the day I had become a watcher. You can’t get rejected when you watch.

A horn honks loudly, pulling me from my memories. Fuck! I was so lost in my thoughts, Cindy had already waved down the cab for her next stop at the animal shelter. She claims to work there, but I've never seen her lift a finger. She spends her time petting the dogs and letting them know just how cute they are.

I jog to the corner to hail a cab, when I collide with someone, and they crash to the ground. Coffee splatters on the sidewalk and covers my shirt.

I look down and notice a mass of long, delectable chocolate curls. The face grimaces as she rubs her ankle.

I should run. Cindy is getting away. But there's a pull with this girl, like we’re both magnets, and I have to attach myself to her.

“Are you okay, Miss?” I can't believe I'm speaking. My body moves on its own to extend a hand to her.

When was the last time you talked to a girl?

The answer would be never. You don't talk to girls. You look and admire from afar without getting caught.

She pulls her head up, and I’m instantly mesmerized by her emerald eyes. She reaches out for my hand, and like a lightning bolt, her touch sends shocks through my body.

What the hell is this?

I think she feels it too, because when she finally stands up, she releases my hand, as if I had electrocuted her. I also notice her skin deeply flushed. Her cheeks are the color of cherries and she looks adorable. I’ve never seen any of my girl’s blush so red.

“I’m fine, thank you.” She smiles at me.

She’s actually smiling at me.

“I’m Jess, by the way.”

She’s introducing herself to me? I look around and make sure she’s actually talking to me. When I look back at her, she’s giggling.

Great. She’s fucking laughing at me.

I’m about to storm off and catch up with Cindy because she doesn’t laugh at me. When I feel her hand on my shoulder, electric shocks course through my body again.

“Hey, don’t I get a name?” she asks, her bright eyes searching me curiously.

“You want my name?” I ask shocked. Nobody ever wants my name. I’m a shadow, a nothing. I blend in. I know everything about them, and they know nothing of me.

“Yeah” She knits her eyebrows together. “I mean you knocked into me, I think I should get the name of the guy who now owes me a coffee, and also maybe the person I owe a clean shirt too.” She smiles and points to the mess on my blue polo.

“It’s Kyle.”

“Well, Kyle, what do you say? Coffee and a trip somewhere to replace that shirt.”

“Doesn’t seem like an even trade for me running into you.”

“Maybe not. Maybe you could buy me another cup, tomorrow too.”

“You want to see me tomorrow?” My voice cracks. Is this girl seriously asking me out?

She shrugs, “I don’t know, maybe.”

“You just met me. I could be a serial killer for all you know.”

“Well, are you?” she questions, a small smirk gracing her ruby lips.

“No, but would I tell you if I were?” I retort.

“Probably not, but I like to think I have a good read on people. There’s something about you.” She stares at me for a minute, and I can’t help but get lost in her eyes.

“Come on, Kyle, I want another Venti Caramel Frap.” She walks past me and I’m stunned, stuck to my spot. She turns to look at me. “Are you coming?”

“Um, yeah.” I spin on my heels and follow her.

Cindy is now long forgotten. I walk down the street beside Jess staring at her.

Jess. What a lovely name. Her cheeks aren’t red anymore, but now a faint pink. I’m guessing they are normally that way. I watch as she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, and notice the tiny, pearl studs in her ears.

She’s not like my other girls, who always dress immaculately, and ready to impress. Jess is more relaxed, wearing a pair of jeans and a green blouse.

“Here.” She grabs my hand and pulls me into a store front that reads New York's Best Coffee.  The place is bouncing with people and we stand by an elderly couple, who still look very much in love.

The old man grabs the old lady’s ass, causing her to yelp and smack the old man in the shoulder. She calls his name in a mock disapproving tone.

I look down and notice Jess watching them too. She giggles and leans in to whisper in my ear, “I can only hope my husband is still as frisky at that age.”

I chuckle with her, and it makes me wonder where I might be at that age. Will I be alone and still watching? Or will someone finally want me? Maybe it could be this girl standing next to me.

“Why are you talking to me?”  The words spew from my mouth like an avalanche from a snow-covered mountain.

“I think right there should answer your question.” She giggles again. Her little giggles set fire to my skin. She’s sweet and bubbly and doesn’t seem to have a care in the world.

“What?” I ask confused.

“I told you I’m good with reading people. I could tell you needed a friend.”

“A friend?”

“Yes, a friend. I can tell you probably don’t have many.”

I feel as though I’ve been caught with my hand in the cookie jar. What kind of aura do I give off? Does it really scream, ‘Hey this guy is friendless and pathetic!’

“You can tell that by looking at me?”

“Uh-huh. It’s kind of my gift to read people. My dad used to say it was a gift and a curse.” She stares at me her green eyes dancing around humorously, her beautiful smile still creasing the corners of her mouth.

“So, you go around looking at people?”

Is she kind of like me?

“No, I don’t go around searching, but when I meet people, I like to get a feel for them. I’m always looking for new friends.”

“You go around befriending strangers? Is that safe?”

She shrugs her shoulders and approaches the counter to order. “You want something? I mean, you are buying.”

“No, I’m good,” I wave her off.

I listen as she orders the sugariest drink on the menu, with whole milk, extra caramel, and extra whip. It’s clear that she doesn’t count calories and knows how to live a little. I can’t help but wonder if all that caffeine and sugar is the cause for her upbeat personality.

“That will be $5.15,” the cashier says.

Jess turns to me, her smile lighting up the room. “Pay the good man,” she chimes.

I reach into my pocket, grab my wallet, and pay the guy. We step away and wait for her drink to be made.

“You want to be friends?” I ask, needing to know.

Nobody ever wants to be my friend. Not that I ever actively went looking for one. Everyone looked past me like I was invisible. In school, I had been the freak with no parents, smelling of mothballs because of my grandmother. As I got older I didn't really care, because I was too busy on a hunt with one of my girls. Every hour was spent with them. Now, a breathtaking, stunning girl wants to be my friend. I'll be able to talk to her, reach out, and touch her.

“Do you want a friend?”

“I think so.” I chuckle. How could I pass up the chance? Friendship, something I haven’t experienced since I was a young kid.

“Good.” The barista calls Jess’ name and she’s handed her Caramel Frappe. She wraps her lips around her straw and I’m an instant goner.

I have my new muse, to study and learn.

“Now, sir. I owe you a shirt.”