The Sinful Bond

My Jamesy Boy

James has let me coach him through all the way up until now, he wraps his arms around both my legs and throws me down on the bed, not stopping once. He takes one hand and cups a boob and take the other one to my center and pushes his way in.

I throw my head back and gasp, forcing him to pick up the pace, I knew he had the perfect hands. Just my type, ones that don’t come up for air.

He stays perfectly in place letting me ride out my orgasm. I pat his head, letting him know he did a good job.

He carefully lays his head in my lap catching his breath, he takes one of my hands and places it on his head urging me to pet him.

Maybe James has some mommy issues too, this is a first for me. Unsure how to respond I gently run my hands through his locks and shortly his sound a sleep.

What. The. f**k. Have I got myself into.

When I wake in the morning James is gone, I stumble into the kitchen and she a single white rose and a note. Telling me that he fully enjoyed last night and if I wanted to see him again to contact him at the following number.

Jeez, formal much? I think his khakis are too tight.

I throw on a robe and open the window for a smoke. I think I will text him, but I’m gonna make him wait. I like my play things needy and obsessed, addicted to only me before I break them and take their soul.

I put on my Scorpions record, and dig through my closet, deciding on a short leather skirt and black cami.

“Meet for coffee?” I send. He replies quickly with a yes. Good boy, he’s pathetically naive.

I stroll through the smoky streets until I reach a small hole in the wall coffee shop, I like it here because I can smoke inside.

When I enter he is already here, rocking dark jeans and navy polo without those ugly collars. Damn he’s fine, my Jamesy Boy. He nervously holds my chair out for me and I smack his hand and point for him to sit down before sitting across from him. Avoiding all eye contact he slides a coffee towards me.

“James, look at me.” I demand. His nervous green eyes meet mine. “Why did you leave without saying a word?”

“ I had a few things at work that I needed to handle, I didn’t want to wake you.” He says gripping his coffee cup so tight I think it may shatter.

“Don’t do it again.” I state. “I tell you what to do, got it?” I ask. He nods. “Also, while you’re in my bed, it’s the only one you’ll be in. I do not share and I will become violent.” He nods again. He’s so compliant, this is going to be so much fun.

I place my foot between his legs under the table, causing an uncomfortable groan in his throat. “Speak James.” I say applying more pressure.

“Yes, I understand.” He says, rubbing his hands against my boot. I jerk it away and stand, kissing him on the cheek,

“My apartment 8 o’clock.” I demand.

When I reach the street I pull out my phone and text my dealer, I’m desperate for a quick pick me up. I walk to our meet up spot, Harem Park and plop down on the bench. Watching all the happy families stroll by, fighting the urge to pull out my knife and stab them in the neck. This sort of happy is completely foreign to me. I can’t imagine how it feels, the closest thing I get is a euphoric high from controlled sexcapades and drugs.

“What’s good Molly?” Nick asks, sitting beside me.

“Nothing is ever good Nick, that’s what you are needed for.”

“I always knew you wanted me.” He says flashing his gold smile.

“Never gonna happen buddy. Where is my s**t?” I ask.

“Relax damn, here.” I snatch it and toss him a hundred, and walk away. “Nice to see you too baby.” He yells but I pretend he doesn’t exist and head back to my apartment.

As soon as I get home I break up a line and head for the tub. I got a boy to destroy. I felt through the shaving and lotioning and put on a black, silky pj set of cami and shorts and change my record to Nine Inch Nails.

Soon my buzzer is going off, perfect timing. I let him in and be hands me over a bottle of tequila. He’s a fast learner. I make us some drinks and sit long ways across the couch, rubbing my foot on his thigh.

“How was your day?” He asks putting the glass to his lips.

“Uneventful, yours?” I reply.

“Same, other than seeing you of course.”

I sit up and break down another line, he stares with wide eyes, watching me attentively.

“You like coke James?”

“I’ve uh never done it.” He replied. I chalk up a small one for him and point.

“Try it, it’s f*****g euphoric.” He follows orders so well. After he leans back into the couch with a wide grin.

I use my foot to turn his face towards me. He licks his lips and pushes his glasses up on his nose. So f*****g hot. He grabs my ankle and trails kisses up my leg, eyes never leaving mine.

I shutter under his hot breath and eagerness to please me. I place my foot on his chest and push him back into his spot.

“You’re a very confusing woman, Molly.” He says.

“Say my name again.” I demand.

“Molly.”

Be careful big boy. He’s playing with fire. I shut down the lights and head for my bed, sitting on the edge.

“Crawl to me.” I say. He hesitates but does as he’s told, “Such a good boy.” He lets out a little groan which tells me he enjoys being completely helpless.

When he reaches my feet he begins to kiss my ankles and legs once again like he’s dying for a taste.

“Take off your shirt and belt.” I say, when he reaches for his glasses I say, “leave them on.” I take the belt and wrap it around his neck pulling him to my lips, he kisses them lightly and repetitively. When he reaches for my stomach I smack his hands away,

I don’t like my scars being touched, I refuse to feel vulnerable. Instead I place them in the waist of my shorts.

“Take them off.” And of course he follows suit. I lean back into the bed taking him with me, he trails his light kisses down my neck and chest, then looks up at me awaiting my demands.

I slip my shoulders out of my cami sliding it down exposing my chest, I pull his hands to my chest, he groans and takes one into his mouth,

“You’re such a good boy.” I repeat, it drives him f*****g insane. I take his other hand and places it between my legs driving him in, he let out a gasp louder than mine, I like it when they are loud.

“I wanna taste you.” He whispers,

“Beg.” I demand.

“Please? Baby please, please.”