The Devil's Darling

Always Needing More

{EMBER}

I woke up to the sound of a muffled buzzing. I sluggishly searched the ruffled sheets looking for my phone, squinting- still mostly asleep. Finally finding the phone, just to have missed the call.

It was work. They wouldn’t be expecting me for another two hours- why the HELL was I receiving a call this early?!?

I laid back down and began taking in the scene around me. Sun was peeking through the blinds, filling the bedroom with light. Tousled sheets, clothes, and pillows were mangled from the bed surface to the bedroom door.

I raked my hands over my face, still caked with last nights make up. All of a sudden, the bed began to move- I had long forgotten the guest who lay next to me. I laughed to myself, Maybe it’s because he wasn’t worth remembering!

He rolled over smiling up at me, “Good morning, beautiful.” I wanted to roll my eyes.

This was one of the few times, I wished I would have been at work earlier- just to avoid THIS.

Last night was yet another conquest, only to end in frustrating need.

I had yet to find a man to satisfy me. I needed more. I needed someone who could handle my dominant sexuality. I needed a MAN.

Time after time, I was left wanting. So many of these one night stands, ending with regret- not out of embarrassment. I was not embarrassed to be s****l. I knew what I wanted, and I knew I would not settle for anything less.

I looked over to my side, realizing I still hadn’t acknowledged my guest.

“Good morning.” I muttered.

His smile grew bigger, “Well,” he stretched, “last night was fun!”

This time I couldn’t contain the eye roll.

Fun?! Fun for who??

I was very dominant in the bedroom, always ready to take what I wanted, how I wanted it. I liked it that way, it was one of the only ways to make sure I got the climax I so greatly needed.

Men seem to be very selfish when it came to s*x with me. Pawing at me, groping, never taking the time to build up and peak my senses…. It was almost ritualistic how I could predict how the evening would end.

Would I get off?

Only if I took charge, and did it quickly.

Would he nut faster than it took to take our clothes off?

Most likely.

Would he fall asleep stupidly content, while I lay in NEED?

Definitely.

I was always needing more, so much more.

I sat up, and began to shuffle toward the bathroom. I could feel my guest watching me, I hoped he would catch the hint and just leave. I bent over to turn on the hot water, testing it with my hands as it warmed up.

All of a sudden, I felt him holding my hips and pressing his d**k against my ass- as if to non verbally communicate his wants. I shot up and turned to face him, that stupid grin still on his face,

“Round Two?” He asked with a laugh. My eyes shot daggers into him, “No, I have enough s**t I don’t want to do today. I don’t plan on adding another.”

I stepped into the shower, letting the water wash last night off of my body.

“I trust you can find the door by yourself?” I shouted over the loud splashing water. My guest stood there as if confused by my reaction. I continued, “If not, its the big red rectangle that you busted through last night.”

With that, he turned “Bitch.” he mumbled. A smirk slowly crept across my face. His opinion of me really didn’t matter. I knew I could be cold, I knew what I was. I wasn’t going to stifle my attitude for some 3 minute wonder.

I continued to enjoy my shower. The water, just as hot as my flesh could stand it- turning bright red under the heat. I enjoyed the tingle of pain and it ran up and down my naked body. Make up trailing down me as I washed my face, I began to get flashes of the night before and laughed to myself.

He was so clumsy. He had one goal in mind- the finish line. It was one of my biggest peeves. I always wanted s*x to be a slowly orchestrated attempt for two people to completely fill each other's desires. A marathon of adrenaline, ecstasy, writhing, sweating….and euphoria. Unfortunately, most of my lovers were the same as this one- quick to the finish, with his own satisfaction in mind. Allowing me to be the punching bag that accommodated all of his pelvic blows.

I ran the shampoo through my long fiery red hair, fantasizing about the perfect partner. He would be strong, rugged, and have a smile that made my panties soak themselves. I lathered my body in soap and began to pay careful attention to every inch, where I would long for him to linger.

My fingers sliding down to my slit, already moistened by the thoughts of the lover I longed for. Rubbing back and forth, sending wave after wave of chills down my legs. I leaned against the shower wall for support, my legs slowly growing useless. I reached up for the shower head, and slid down onto the floor. Eyes closed, picturing his rough hands learning every curve of my body, I pressed the shower head onto my aching p***y.

My back arched against the wall, the water proceeding to do everything I needed it to. I could almost feel my perfect mate’s tongue trailing all over my body as I slowly began to reach my climax. Visions of him sweating above me, taking in every last piece of me, dominating my body.

Pleasure pulsed from every fiber in my body. My eyes shot open, as every muscle in my body tensed, my inner walls throbbing, aching…. And always needing more.

As if on cue, my phone began buzzing again. ANOTHER CALL??? I quickly grabbed a towel to dry my hands and reached for the phone. It was work again, What could they possibly need??

“Hello? Ember Harrison.” I repeated in my best customer service voice.

“Ms. Harrison,” a cold deep voice bellowed into my phone, it was my boss- Mr. Haffield.

“We need you to come in immediately, we received word that your client is pushing up your meeting to 10am this morning. They cannot be rescheduled. You know how important this investor meeting is, I will not call again.”

“Yes sir,” I responded quickly, “I will be-” *dial tone* he hung up on me.

I raced to get ready, silently regretting the extra time I took in the shower. I began applying my make up as quickly as possible. My skin and freckles slowly disappearing behind a layer of ivory cream. My green eyes enhanced with eyeshadow and mascara, and bright red lipstick to match my flaming locks of hair. Luckily my hair didn’t need much work, I was one of the lucky few who only a quick blow dry would be all I needed to accommodate my long wavy hair.

I slid across the hard wood floor, halting in front of my closet. I threw the doors open and began to search for the outfit I had been planning. I slipped into my favorite black pencil skirt, it hugged every one of my curves perfectly. I grabbed my red blouse along with my black suit jacket, and flung them on in one swift motion.

Red was my favorite color. It made me feel confident to wear it, it made me feel warm in my home, and it always tended to draw the male attention that my inner fire yearned for. I bent over to grab my go-to red heels, scooping my purse and work portfolio off the table on my way out of the house.

In a mad scramble to get into my car, I threw my belongings into the passenger seat, and sped all the way to the office. I had so much to prepare for and had no time! I was always needing more!