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Belong To Me

Sex and love... ain't no other way I'd rather have it.

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Jennifer stood up from the tool, giving James a cold glaze before storming off to the dance floor. Even when she was walking away from him, she had the need to look back to see if he was watching her. But she retrained herself, refusing to give him the upper hand in this discussion where she obviously was right.

The night had started so good, and she was having such a nice time with him; she didn't understand why he felt like he had to take that away from her. There was no point on wasting good time and good booze on fighting anyway.

Why do people feel the need to put a name to everything? To own things, and people, and places, like owning was supposed to mean something. For her, owning and paying and just belonging meant loosing liberty. Loosing time and energy to do whatever you want. Even if what she always wanted was right there on the same spot, kissing her with his eyes, so intently, all the time, until sometimes she couldn't remember her own name.

She stopped when she felt like there was enough space between them, and closed her eyes to breathe the feeling of being away from him. Sometimes he was so overwhelming, so intense, with those black eyes that always sparkled with something more.

She started moving to the beat of the music, some kind of electro pop that she enjoyed shaking her hips to. Even with her eyes closed, she noticed the exact moment he stood behind her. She felt that all-too familiar sensation she gets when he is near her. His intoxicating smell has her feeling dizzy, until she stumbles back to his chest and into his hands.

-You know I can't resist when you move like that –he says to her ear, nuzzling her cheek while he hugs her from the back.

-Mmm... -is all she says, preferring the feeling and wanting them to stop talking. This is so much better, the best way we talk.

She keeps moving to the beat of the music, but making her movements more intense, with a reason now. She presses her ass to his body and takes his hands, putting them on her hips. She sways her hips and arches her back a bit, bending to the front enough to make him think of other things, of positions, and how good they are when they're fucking. He grips on her hips and press her back to his front. 

-Are you moving like that for me, baby? –he whispers, this time having his whole body connected to every part of her. It never ceases to impress her how well they fit.

She caresses his arms for a moment, before she steps away from his body and turns around to look him in the eyes. He looks at her harshly, as he grips her hips with strong hands.

-I like it better this way -she says reassuringly, before sliding her arms through his neck and gripping him to her body. She looks at his lips before kissing him, feeling her nipples hard. He has complete control over her body.

They share a deep kiss as they start to move to the best of the music. It is never an option for him to stay away from her, to not kiss her when he has her like this. Not that it was an option for her either; she knew exactly that this was where she always wanted to be.

-I could make it so good for you, Jen –he whispers after some minutes in silence.  He grabs her ass through her jeans, to make her feel how hard he was; it was almost painful. He was always hard in her presence.

-You already make it so good for me. You know you do -she sighs in answer, nuzzling her face into his soft hair, as James inhales deeply over the pulse point in her neck.

-So be mine. Only mine. What are you afraid of? –he says, as he grabs her by the neck and looks into her eyes.

-I don't want anyone to have a leash on me.

-I don't a need a leash for you...  You're already so pliant under my fingers.

His tone is playful, but it is no lie. He pulls her hair and a moan escapes her mouth as she closes her eyes. They are in the middle of a bar, and she couldn't care less; she is so aroused. She caresses his neck with her nails and he shivers.

-Of course if you ever do want one, I could find one that matches your pretty mouth.

He pulls her hair once more, and kisses her with so much force, he has her at the bridge of slipping away. With just a kiss, she is wet and ready for anything he wants. She feels hot all over, hot on her wet folds, aching desire ripping thorough her skin. His lips go down to her neck, and then further to her collarbone. Tiny kisses with tiny bites, making her close her eyes in pleasure one moment before taking his hand and pulling him away.

-Take me home then. Take me home and make me yours.

He smiles dangerously, whispering one last time in her ear about leashes and collars and pleasure you can't even begin to imagine, before taking her hand and walking outside the bar. And just watching at his broad shoulders and slender back, she asks herself, what exactly could be wrong to belong to this man?