Home alone! PART 3

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Really??!

 

How dare he come to MY home, uninvited I might add, bring that arsehole secret brother with him, ruin my catch up with my friend then half fuck me before leaving me high and dry....... well....... not exactly dry....... but part naked, exposed, and quite frankly desperate for him. I am absolutely livid, but would still let him fuck the living shit out of me, even now! I chastise myself at that thought, reminding myself to have more respect for myself.

Pulling my leggings back into place I clean the worktop, wash out the mugs we didn't use, coffee the last thing on my mind right now, and head upstairs to shower. I pull off my hoodie and vest as I enter my room and throw them in the wash, I've only had them on for a few hours but they feel dirty now......I feel dirty. I remove my leggings and they follow the other items, then I swing open the door of my en-suite to find that cheeky bastard already in my shower! 

 

My eyes widen and my mouth opens, a little shocked that he has the nerve to use my facilities without asking, but more so because this is the first time I have actually seen HIM, having never seen him completely nude before now.

He is huge, and most surprisingly of all to me, he is still rock hard and frantically pumping himself, eyes squeezed closed, tongue just visible at the corner of his mouth. I'm about to shout at him for being in my shower but decide to quietly watch him instead. He really is beautiful, muscular chest, well defined abs and strong, lean forearms. His hands are veiny, his wet hair falling over his eyes....... which pop open at that moment and look right at me, almost as if he knew I was there. He shamelessly continues to pleasure himself although the s***d of his self ministrations increases once he notices my naked body, a smug leer on his face. I am not going to be embarrassed again in my own home, so stare back at him, my chin tilted upward defiantly before stepping into the shower beside him!

 

There is a glimmer of surprise in his eyes, and something akin to admiration too. I feel strong and step under the water to wet my hair, my eyes closed and my back to him. I can hear his heavy breath behind me and can feel it on the skin of my neck, sending a chill down my spine and a fire to my loins, which I would love to ignore but my traitorous body won't allow that and I find myself involuntarily stepping back, my shoulder blades colliding with his chest, his hardness pressing into the small of my back. 

I raise my arms and begin to massage shampoo into my hair, my favourite raspberry scent filling the bathroom, bubbly lather running down my skin. I deliberately sway my hips, rubbing my bare bum on his upper thighs, teasing him as he teased me earlier, but my resolve waning with every passing second. A growl leaves his lips, the vibrations travelling along my shoulder towards my neck. He sucks on my skin and his hands cup my boobs, thumbs grazing my nipples that are doing nothing to help me hide my arousal from him. My hands find their way behind me in an attempt to grip him but he is too tall. His hand catches my wrist and spins me around to face him and without missing a beat he hoists me up, wrapping my legs around his hips as he pins me to the tiles. The shock of the cold wall makes me gasp but that pales into insignificance once he swiftly and strongly pushes his entire length into me. I swear I see stars as I scream out incoherently, and he gives me what I'd hoped for...... 

 

"Good girl! You like Daddy's cock inside you, fucking you hard, filling you up, making you scream? Tell me!" he barks.

Between powerful and ***ful thrusts that expel the air from my body I attempt to answer him.

 

"I..... do! Your.....Cock........ feels.... soooo good! Aaah..... fuck me harder....... Daddy, make me come for you! I want to..... come for you, I'll be good...... aahhh!! Am I being good Daddy?"

 

I cannot believe that I'm behaving this way, having dirty hot sex with him, calling him Daddy! I've never been a role player or name caller. I've never talked dirty in my life before, always feeling shy and stupid but for some reason I don't feel stupid, or embarrassed...... it is actually empowering. My words are having a tremendous effect on him. With every utterance from me he seems to find renewed vigour and I realise that the dirtier I talk the harder and faster he pounds into me....... 

 

"Let me suck you Daddy..... I want to lick you from balls to tip, swirl my tongue around your shiny pink head, dipping my tongue into your tip, getting a preview taste of the feast still awaiting me. I want you to fuck my face until I ............" 

 

My monologue is halted when he speaks, an urgency in his tone, his thrusts getting faster and incredibly to me, even harder! We are both panting heavily, our chests sliding sensuously against each other, the soapy shampoo suds running down my chest acting as lubricant........

 

"SYDNEY!"

 

"........ yes Daddy?!" 

 

"SHUT...... UP!!" 

 

Rather than what he asks I do the precise opposite! A guttural sob bursts from me, every muscle tenses, my body tightening around him, drawing him in and holding him tight. His legs start to shake but rather than continuing to thrust with his hips he grips mine firmly and begins to rhythmically bounce my body onto his, the sensation becoming too much for me to endure, spasms sweep over my entire body, radiating from the point where we are joined, throughout my torso, along my limbs to finally leave my trembling form through my fingers and toes. 

I have never come like that in my life! My bones have liquified and I'm now as limp as a rag doll, my head only upright as I'm pinned against the wall. Our eyes meet briefly and in his I see his feelings, they are soft, intense and shining....... he cares for me!

He bites his bottom lip and scrunches his face a little and appears to be in ***. Almost immediately every muscle in his face relaxes and his mouth drops open, a prolonged and exaggerated vowel sound escaping him as I feel him emptying into me. A second orgasm takes me away, all cognition deserting me as my strong pulsations elicit even sexier low growls from him as his own climax abates. 

We take a few moments to reclaim some control of our bodies, our rapid breathing slowing, our lax muscles regaining some tone. Yanni places me back onto the tiled floor but does not immediately let me go, allowing his hands to linger on my hips steadying me while I find my balance. 

I turn my back on him before I blurt something that I don't even believe myself yet and begin washing the aching organ carrier that is my body. I can feel that he is doing the same. He's quiet, as am I, but like many somewhat neurotic and well educated people, he's probably thinking the same thoughts as I am, aren't I being quiet too!? 

I try not to read anything into that observation. 

 

I rinse my body and step from the shower, wrapping a huge fluffy bath sheet around my chest. I know I'm being unreasonable but I can't help myself, I'm angry with him! He hasn't said a single word for at least 5 minutes, my old feelings of inadequacy rear their heads, resplendent in their ugliness. 

Harry told me on a daily basis that something was wrong with me, or that my beauty flaws could be augmented away, how I should be 'A Lady in public, a whore in the bedroom' ......or any room of his choosing, as long as I was exclusively his.......... unless he chose otherwise that is! 

My self worth eroding on a daily basis, I was a shell of my former self, afraid to go out in public incase anyone spoke to me, or looked at me, my punishment for these perceived indiscretions often severe! 

 

I've promised myself that I won't be made to feel less than worthy anymore in my life, and despite having just had the best sex of my life I feel sad, but am at a complete loss as to why. I know I have feelings for him, and I'm sure he has feelings for me too, but I don't know what they are or  how strong they might be. Maybe I'm emotional BECAUSE I have feelings for him and I'm afraid to give them free reign? I give myself a mental shake and remind myself that Harry was..... is...... a vicious, narcissistic sadist, and not all men are like that! 

Still, I need to protect myself, to be sure of how we both feel before I can let my guard down fully. I have so many secrets, things that I'm ashamed of that I'd need to tell any future partner...... things I don't want to tell anyone, ever! 

 

Deciding that I can't let myself be swept along in the moment I make a choice that is mostly about self preservation, but possibly a little bit about punishing him for his unnecessary abandonment mid coitus earlier tonight.

 

I head to the bathroom door and turn to look back at him, an angelic smile lighting up his face as he steps from the shower and wraps a towel around his hips. I almost change my mind but remain firm.

 

"You can sleep in the spare room tonight. It's the one with the open door along the hall. Goodnight Yanni" 

 

The light goes out!! 

 

He is not amused, a neutral mouth and heavy eyes complete the blank and soulless stare on his face as he passes me and heads out of my room, closing the door behind him. 

[VILKDUJA]

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4 hours ago, Fancyfeet said:

Really??!

 

How dare he come to MY home, uninvited I might add, bring that arsehole secret brother with him, ruin my catch up with my friend then half fuck me before leaving me high and dry....... well....... not exactly dry....... but part naked, exposed, and quite frankly desperate for him. I am absolutely livid, but would still let him fuck the living shit out of me, even now! I chastise myself at that thought, reminding myself to have more respect for myself.

Pulling my leggings back into place I clean the worktop, wash out the mugs we didn't use, coffee the last thing on my mind right now, and head upstairs to shower. I pull off my hoodie and vest as I enter my room and throw them in the wash, I've only had them on for a few hours but they feel dirty now......I feel dirty. I remove my leggings and they follow the other items, then I swing open the door of my en-suite to find that cheeky bastard already in my shower! 

 

My eyes widen and my mouth opens, a little shocked that he has the nerve to use my facilities without asking, but more so because this is the first time I have actually seen HIM, having never seen him completely nude before now.

He is huge, and most surprisingly of all to me, he is still rock hard and frantically pumping himself, eyes squeezed closed, tongue just visible at the corner of his mouth. I'm about to shout at him for being in my shower but decide to quietly watch him instead. He really is beautiful, muscular chest, well defined abs and strong, lean forearms. His hands are veiny, his wet hair falling over his eyes....... which pop open at that moment and look right at me, almost as if he knew I was there. He shamelessly continues to pleasure himself although the s***d of his self ministrations increases once he notices my naked body, a smug leer on his face. I am not going to be embarrassed again in my own home, so stare back at him, my chin tilted upward defiantly before stepping into the shower beside him!

 

There is a glimmer of surprise in his eyes, and something akin to admiration too. I feel strong and step under the water to wet my hair, my eyes closed and my back to him. I can hear his heavy breath behind me and can feel it on the skin of my neck, sending a chill down my spine and a fire to my loins, which I would love to ignore but my traitorous body won't allow that and I find myself involuntarily stepping back, my shoulder blades colliding with his chest, his hardness pressing into the small of my back. 

I raise my arms and begin to massage shampoo into my hair, my favourite raspberry scent filling the bathroom, bubbly lather running down my skin. I deliberately sway my hips, rubbing my bare bum on his upper thighs, teasing him as he teased me earlier, but my resolve waning with every passing second. A growl leaves his lips, the vibrations travelling along my shoulder towards my neck. He sucks on my skin and his hands cup my boobs, thumbs grazing my nipples that are doing nothing to help me hide my arousal from him. My hands find their way behind me in an attempt to grip him but he is too tall. His hand catches my wrist and spins me around to face him and without missing a beat he hoists me up, wrapping my legs around his hips as he pins me to the tiles. The shock of the cold wall makes me gasp but that pales into insignificance once he swiftly and strongly pushes his entire length into me. I swear I see stars as I scream out incoherently, and he gives me what I'd hoped for...... 

 

"Good girl! You like Daddy's cock inside you, fucking you hard, filling you up, making you scream? Tell me!" he barks.

Between powerful and ***ful thrusts that expel the air from my body I attempt to answer him.

 

"I..... do! Your.....Cock........ feels.... soooo good! Aaah..... fuck me harder....... Daddy, make me come for you! I want to..... come for you, I'll be good...... aahhh!! Am I being good Daddy?"

 

I cannot believe that I'm behaving this way, having dirty hot sex with him, calling him Daddy! I've never been a role player or name caller. I've never talked dirty in my life before, always feeling shy and stupid but for some reason I don't feel stupid, or embarrassed...... it is actually empowering. My words are having a tremendous effect on him. With every utterance from me he seems to find renewed vigour and I realise that the dirtier I talk the harder and faster he pounds into me....... 

 

"Let me suck you Daddy..... I want to lick you from balls to tip, swirl my tongue around your shiny pink head, dipping my tongue into your tip, getting a preview taste of the feast still awaiting me. I want you to fuck my face until I ............" 

 

My monologue is halted when he speaks, an urgency in his tone, his thrusts getting faster and incredibly to me, even harder! We are both panting heavily, our chests sliding sensuously against each other, the soapy shampoo suds running down my chest acting as lubricant........

 

"SYDNEY!"

 

"........ yes Daddy?!" 

 

"SHUT...... UP!!" 

 

Rather than what he asks I do the precise opposite! A guttural sob bursts from me, every muscle tenses, my body tightening around him, drawing him in and holding him tight. His legs start to shake but rather than continuing to thrust with his hips he grips mine firmly and begins to rhythmically bounce my body onto his, the sensation becoming too much for me to endure, spasms sweep over my entire body, radiating from the point where we are joined, throughout my torso, along my limbs to finally leave my trembling form through my fingers and toes. 

I have never come like that in my life! My bones have liquified and I'm now as limp as a rag doll, my head only upright as I'm pinned against the wall. Our eyes meet briefly and in his I see his feelings, they are soft, intense and shining....... he cares for me!

He bites his bottom lip and scrunches his face a little and appears to be in ***. Almost immediately every muscle in his face relaxes and his mouth drops open, a prolonged and exaggerated vowel sound escaping him as I feel him emptying into me. A second orgasm takes me away, all cognition deserting me as my strong pulsations elicit even sexier low growls from him as his own climax abates. 

We take a few moments to reclaim some control of our bodies, our rapid breathing slowing, our lax muscles regaining some tone. Yanni places me back onto the tiled floor but does not immediately let me go, allowing his hands to linger on my hips steadying me while I find my balance. 

I turn my back on him before I blurt something that I don't even believe myself yet and begin washing the aching organ carrier that is my body. I can feel that he is doing the same. He's quiet, as am I, but like many somewhat neurotic and well educated people, he's probably thinking the same thoughts as I am, aren't I being quiet too!? 

I try not to read anything into that observation. 

 

I rinse my body and step from the shower, wrapping a huge fluffy bath sheet around my chest. I know I'm being unreasonable but I can't help myself, I'm angry with him! He hasn't said a single word for at least 5 minutes, my old feelings of inadequacy rear their heads, resplendent in their ugliness. 

Harry told me on a daily basis that something was wrong with me, or that my beauty flaws could be augmented away, how I should be 'A Lady in public, a whore in the bedroom' ......or any room of his choosing, as long as I was exclusively his.......... unless he chose otherwise that is! 

My self worth eroding on a daily basis, I was a shell of my former self, afraid to go out in public incase anyone spoke to me, or looked at me, my punishment for these perceived indiscretions often severe! 

 

I've promised myself that I won't be made to feel less than worthy anymore in my life, and despite having just had the best sex of my life I feel sad, but am at a complete loss as to why. I know I have feelings for him, and I'm sure he has feelings for me too, but I don't know what they are or  how strong they might be. Maybe I'm emotional BECAUSE I have feelings for him and I'm afraid to give them free reign? I give myself a mental shake and remind myself that Harry was..... is...... a vicious, narcissistic sadist, and not all men are like that! 

Still, I need to protect myself, to be sure of how we both feel before I can let my guard down fully. I have so many secrets, things that I'm ashamed of that I'd need to tell any future partner...... things I don't want to tell anyone, ever! 

 

Deciding that I can't let myself be swept along in the moment I make a choice that is mostly about self preservation, but possibly a little bit about punishing him for his unnecessary abandonment mid coitus earlier tonight.

 

I head to the bathroom door and turn to look back at him, an angelic smile lighting up his face as he steps from the shower and wraps a towel around his hips. I almost change my mind but remain firm.

 

"You can sleep in the spare room tonight. It's the one with the open door along the hall. Goodnight Yanni" 

 

The light goes out!! 

 

He is not amused, a neutral mouth and heavy eyes complete the blank and soulless stare on his face as he passes me and heads out of my room, closing the door behind him. 

hahaha LOVE IT poor Yanni good girl, like your style .

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We must’ve met the same guy! 😂

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7 hours ago, naughtynat said:

We must’ve met the same guy! 😂

Hahahaha like it x