Wrong moves

Everything costs hundreds, if not more, I can't spend that much. I have no choice though, my hand stops on a silver dress, a long and a trumpet-type of dress, picking it up I don't look at the price.

If I do, I know I will just put it back down, so I carry it across the shop, grab shoes and a bag to match, and place them all on the counter as she begins to scan them.

"Can you not tell me the prices please?" The counter assistant looks at me confused.

"Please? Honestly, if I know how much it costs, I will put it back." She simply nods.

"Okay, well, I am not sure what to say, but it needs to be paid for. How will you pay?" I hand her the card and watch as the dress gets paid for, I would never shop here,

I rush home and get ready, with barely minutes left to sit. I look around me, realising that he is coming here, sure not inside, but outside, what will he think? It's the worst place in town.

I hear the doorbell, grab my jacket and rush down, opening the door he stands there in a suit.

My eyes take in the sight of him, with his muscles slightly visible under his shirt, and his rough and rugged beard perfect. I am staring!

"Hello, Miss Delcox." He smiles and holds out his hand.

"Please just call me Anaya." He nods, smiling, as my hand loops through his and we walk to the car and stay quiet as we drive to the restaurant, Marcus also looks awkward and out of place.

"Did you find a dress okay?" He turns looking at me.

"I did yes, thank you." Okay a little lie, but still I did find one.

"That is good. So how long have you lived in your apartment?" There it is, the one thing I did not want to talk about. The judgement on where I live, how I live in one of the worst places, and to be honest I never even considered that when writing down my address.

"Since I moved here, it is not too bad, to be honest." Okay, another lie, I am constantly getting broken into, and there is constant noise outside, but for now, it is the cheapest place I can find.

"Surely there is somewhere better?" He looks at me waiting. Sure, there is, but with no money at all, this is my only option. I am regretting taking this job now.

"There is, but not until my money is sorted and I am settled down." I move, my body feeling weird. I feel weird talking about this.

"Anyway, that dress is perfect. I see that you have some amazing taste." He smiles, and I see his eyes flicker down towards my legs and then back up to my eyes.

"Thank you." What else can I say?

The car stops and the door is opened. We get out and walk in together. The meal is long and painfully boring, and I find myself glancing around trying to occupy my mind. I should listen, it is about the company, but I just can’t, my mind just wants to sleep.

"Dance?" I turn to see Marcus standing next to me, his hand reaching out waiting. Standing up, I take his hand as he guides me to the dance floor, his hand on my back as we slowly move to the music. My eyes look into his, and there it is—the sparkle, the want, and the need. My head moves forward and my lips press against his.

A moan escapes my mouth, as my hands grasp his shirt, and pull him closer, but his body steps backwards.

"Sorry, that was wrong of me." He looks genuinely sorry. I am not. And all I can think about is doing it again.

"No need to apologise, I was the one who made the move." He nods still standing away from me like he is trying to stay safe. I can’t blame him, lawsuit or what?

"I think it's time to get you home." He turns and I begin to follow. I was a fool for kissing him. Why the hell did I kiss him anyway? Seriously. I know now I have lost my job. If not it will be awkward anyway.

Driving home, we stay quiet. The awkwardness in the air, yet all I can do is want to pull him to me and kiss him again. My breathing is too fast, my mind replaying the slight kiss over and over and the feeling of wanting him.

Getting out, he walks me to the door. My hand goes into my bag, trying to search for my keys (failing).

"Everything okay?" I wish it was. Tonight, cannot get any worse.

"I locked my keys inside." I forgot to grab them, and now here I am, stuck outside and this is going to cost me so much money to get back inside.

"Okay, do you have a spare?" I shake my head no I don't.

"Well, I can't leave you here outside all night. You can come and stay at mine." We get back into the car.

"I have spare rooms. Don't worry, tomorrow I will call someone I know to get into the flat for you." Nodding, I sit quietly. My eyes constantly glance at him, his eyes are fixed forward like he is avoiding looking at me.

Is he pissed off I kissed him? Why did he have to push me away?

We get out and walk into the building, his hand brushing against my thigh as he walks past me. My heart is pounding, wanting him, he turns and faces me, grabbing and pulling me to him, his lips fiercely claiming mine. 

"We shouldn't be doing this." His voice is soft.

"Who cares?" I grab him, pulling him closer, and his kiss becomes forceful. His fingers pull at my dress.

This is going to be the end of my job, that is for sure. I should really stop myself, but I just can't. My hands continue to grab him and pull him to me. His hands slide down my body. Cupping my arse, he goes to lift me. My legs go to wrap around him, but my dress doesn't allow it. My frustration rises at the dress getting in the way. His head rests on my shoulder, his arms setting me on my feet.

"Damn this dress." His words are followed by the sound of ripping as the dress is torn open, his hands once again grabbing me and lifting me. My legs wrap around him as he pushes me against the wall, my hands pulling at his shirt hearing the buttons fall to the floor. My moans sound around the hall as his hands pull at my underwear, tearing them from me.

"Mmmm." The sound escaping his lips makes the wetness between my legs grow, as I feel his shaft harden beneath his trousers.

"I can't do this." His head lowers, and I can feel it shaking.

"I am sorry, Anaya. I will get you a place in a hotel. This is wrong." He's right, but I am not letting this end. Hell, I have lost my job, I may as well do it now.

"Fuck me. Please just fuck me." His head raises, and his eyes look into mine with interest.

"Please Marcus, just this once. If you don’t, I am going to go crazy thinking about how this could have felt. Just fuck me." What am I doing? I am begging him, really? It has been so long, and for some reason he makes me lose control.

"Fuck it." His words shock me, as he starts kissing down my neck, his hand sliding between my legs, a moan escaping his mouth. He doesn't stop. His fingers begin to rub my sex, as my hands try to open his trousers. His hand moves and I almost moan through frustration.

His hands wrap around my body and carry me through the house, laying me on the bed; I look down. The dress is destroyed, beautifully destroyed and for a fantastic cause. His body moves, climbing over mine, his hand stroking along my body as his mouth kisses alone me. Moaning I push my hips up trying to get closer to his lips, my hands grabbing him trying to pull him to me. He moves, his hands moving mine away from his body and he continues to tease, my hands once again catching him trying to get him closer to me.

He moves back, climbing further up my body, his hands grabbing mine and pinning them above my head. The feel of something wrapping around them makes me look up. Rope? Is he really tying my hands together with rope, and not just together but to the bed? I feel the panic rise inside me, the words for that contract flying through my head at a rapid speed, I had forgotten about that. His lips push against mine, and all thoughts go, everything and once again, all I want is him. My hands fight against the rope to grab him but are unable to, my frustration rises as he gently kisses me.

"Fuck me." My words are loud, I am tired of his teasing, tired of his gentleness.

"You want me to stop teasing?" Do I? I don't even know, it has been so long I don't know what I want.

"Or is it the soft and gentleness that is driving you insane?" His eyes look at me as his head lowers, his teeth biting down on my nipple, a scream escaping my mouth.

"Do you prefer it rough? Is that why you can't take anymore already?" His hands grab my body and spin me over onto my stomach, the sharp sting of his hand across my arse making me scream.

"No? You don't like it?" He needs to stop talking and teasing.

"Yes." My words are quiet.

"Sorry, I won't be rough." His hands grab my hips, and I have my head.

"No, I liked it, don't stop." My words quiet as I feel his hand stroke along my body, his mouth kissing where his fingers once touched. His hand rests just above my arse. The feel of the sharp sting makes me scream and jump as his hand hits my arse again.

I want my arms free, I want to grab him, pull him to me, and force him now to do more.

But what is more? I know I want more. I just don't know what it is. He keeps kissing my back, every now and then his hand hitting down over my arse. My mouth bites on his pillow to silence my screams and stop me from pleading with him to just fuck me.

His hands grasp my hips, lifting me onto my knees, the feel of his cock pushing against my sex, my hips rocking back onto him slowly, a moan escaping my mouth as I do. His hands grip my hips tight, his hips thrusting fast and hard, making me scream, my hands grabbing the rope.

He keeps going, and I feel the orgasm arise. Moaning, I lean against him, as I feel my body going to collapse forward, his hand grasping my throat as he continues to thrust harder, his own moans echoing mine as he finally finishes and releases me.

My body slumps onto the bed, the silence of the room allowing my thoughts to start up. What have I just done? I have for sure lost my job now. I can't exactly work there now, can I? The thoughts swarm my head as I feel Marcus unfasten my hands, his body lying next to mine as his hand strokes my back and slowly sleep takes me away, only to plague me more with the mistake I just made.