It's Not Love

Eric Pt. 2

I won't lie, having sexual encounters with Emma wasn't ideal, it makes things a bit more complicated. There's the emotional roller coaster that will happen when I end things, but she will be too distraught about Aaron to even notice I left her. The perfect plan. 

It's not like I haven't dated before, however, in my line of work it makes things, like I said, complicated. However, it was easier with Emma because she wouldn't know my ulterior motives. I didn't lie when I told her her body was beautiful, or that she had the perfect round ass, it is true, and that tiny pussy would have any man on the floor begging on their knees for her. There isn't shame in having fun while getting the job done. I fumbled a few times, staring at her in her sleep, or letting my passion overcome me during sex. I'm used to having bland, same old boring sex, but with Emma, it's like being on the best high of the most satisfactory kill of my life. 

After I made her cum on my fingers, I stood and started cleaning her up like I had intended to. It's one of the true things I keep consistent about myself. "I want to try something different if you're okay with it," I said as she sat on the edge of her queen-size mattress, she looked nervous and I loved it when she looked nervous. No guy ever makes her nervous, so when I can I enjoy every second of it. "What is it?" I grabbed my jeans from the bathroom and pulled out the handcuffs, two sets, along with my work tie. Her eyes widened before nodding her head in agreement. "Good girl," I like calling her a good girl, especially with how she handled herself before dinner with the run-in with Aaron. 

I tied her hands together, along with her ankles, "Try to remember the more you struggle the more they will hurt, these aren't fuzzy fun handcuffs, they're real," I planted a kiss on her lips before covering her eyes. Her body is stunning, tied up, looking exactly like confused prey ready to be pounced on. I was going to take my time with her. I opened the curtains to the patio doors beside her bed, and left the door to a crack, it was going to get hot. I then pulled her to the edge of the bed, and kneeled, "Do I have your permission?" I asked as I always do, "Y-yes," she said breathlessly, and I dove in her pussy like it was the first time, as much as I hate to admit the control this random woman has over me, I always starved for her. She kept moving which was a problem because I was going to keep this woman cumming until she falls in love with me. Again, I almost feel bad for using her and you'll understand in a minute. I put my arms through her legs and shoved her hips down so she couldn't move. Focused only on her orgasm, her back arched, my tongue never leaving her clit, she's moaning loud against my tongue, until she finally finishes over my face and I devour her cum. She's breathing heavily when I take out the condom.

"Are you not finished?" She asked almost dry heaving, "Not by a long shot, but I will be back, don't move," I set the condom beside her before heading to the kitchen. I grabbed a bottle of water from her fridge and headed back to her bedroom. "Lift your head," I demanded, I let her sip the water, but she still can't move her hands to grab the bottle so I'm in control, I'm always in control. I set the water down and put the condom on before I saw a shadow move by the patio doors. I didn't look over, I knew who it was, Aaron, this is what I was waiting for, the best part is he doesn't know I know he's here.

After the encounter at the restaurant I knew he would come by to see if I was here, he's so predictable, it's laughable. I kissed Emma's throbbing cunt once more before I slid inside, she moaned and it was music to my ears. He was still standing there behind the glass, staring into her pleasure and his enemy giving it to her. "How does that feel?" I asked, I was taking a chance leaving the door open, but as stupid as Aaron is he wouldn't risk outing himself by trying to kill me in front of her, plus knowing he can hear her moans through the glass is all the better, "It feels amazing," she breathes underneath the tie wrapped around her eyes. I sped up and her moans started turning into screams, "That's it, good girl, scream all you want, that is my pussy," I finally decided to indulge in my curiosity and look over, burning holes into Aaron's eyes. "Tell me who's pussy this is?" I ask Emma, never breaking eye contact with Aaron, he's pissed, as he should be, "Yours," she said and came all over my dick. With satisfaction I turned back to Emma and kept pounding her, forgetting all about Aaron, because as gratifying as it was to watch him pissed, I was enjoying her too much. 

I soon forgot he left altogether, but I noticed when I didn't feel his presence anymore. Emma wasn't wrong, this was my pussy and now Aaron knew it for sure, he's probably planning on how to kill me since he failed miserably the first time. Lost in the trance of Emma, I took the condom off and turned her around, she screamed even louder when I put my dick in from behind, her arms now straight across the bed, "Baby I know you're tired but I want you to cum for me one more time," she was exhausted but damn she was a tropper, " Yes, sir," she muffled through her sheets. Of course she remembered, "Now," I demanded, and on cue she started cumming as I pulled out to cum on her ass. I took the blind fold off as well as the handcuffs, there were faint bruises on her wrists. 

"I told you not to move so much," I smirked at my handy work, "I tried my best," I kissed her wrists for moral support, because even though I do plan on killing her ex, I'm not a monster.