Coming back to this town wasn’t in my plans, mostly because of men like Billy and the way they treated me when I was here. But after four years away I don’t have a choice. I had no other place to go.
I never wanted to see Billy again. He made my life a living hell for so long and when I put this town behind me I was happy to forget all about him.
But then I ran into him and ran from him. I ran away from everything he represented but I couldn’t forget about him.
He was in my dreams. Dreams that started off as nightmares and shifted until they became something else. Something that terrified me more than I could imagine, because my unconscious mind had plans for him that I couldn’t ignore.
And when he comes to me in real life he is forceful and demanding. When he comes to me in real life he asks of me more than I can imagine. He wants me to dress up for him, wants me on my knees for him, wants me to bend for him.
And I think I want it too.
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“Kiss me, Billy. Kiss me and fuck me and use me however you want so we can both put this behind us. Call me Amelie and pretend I’m your woman if you want, whatever it takes just satisfy my needs and satisfy yours because that’s the only way we’re getting through this.”
His voice was quiet but there was a note of excitement, a thrill at my words. When he spoke it was with a question, a request for clarification.
“Use you?”
“Use me,” I told him directly, serious as the grave, “For one night only use me. Treat me however you want and make me do whatever you want. No rules and no restrictions just use me, Billy. Use me and make me yours.”
“My what?” he asked, stepping closer to me.
“Your slut,” I told him, desperation in my tone, “Your woman. Your whore. Your sissy. Use me and get out everything that you need to on me. Use me and call me what you want, take me how you want. Use me, Billy, just satisfy me, please. I need it and I need it badly. I need you to use me.”
He closed the distance between us and his hand snapped up to grab my hair and tug my head back. I gasped at the feeling of him, the power of it. But where there was fear before there was none of that now, just a desperate need for satisfaction.
“My you are a little slut aren’t you,” he mocked me, “Never met anyone quite as wanton as you my Amelie. Never met a single person in this world who told me to take them without knowing my limits.”
There was a furious anger in his eyes, a fury and a passion that I fed off of. I melted for him, and even his sneer did nothing but stoke the fires in my heart.
“Get on your knees you little sissy slut,” he sneered, “You’re going to suck my cock and I’m going to make you choke on it because that’s what sissy whores like, and then when I’ve got you gasping for more I’m going to fuck your tight little asshole. I’m going to make that boi pussy mine and mine alone, and by the time I’m through no one will ever compare to me. You’ll only ever be satisfied when you’ve got my cock in one of your holes.”
He pushed me down but he didn’t need to. I was gasping for it as I fell to my knees and my hands fumbled with the belt of his pants. In that instant, everything seemed so goddamn complicated. I didn’t know how to unbuckle or unzip him. I didn’t know how to make my fingers work fast enough to satisfy the aching of my body.
I got it open and tugged on his pants, pulling his boxers down with it. His cock sprung free and slapped me on the cheek and I moaned at the heat of it on my skin. It was so fucking hot, so fucking humiliating. It was everything my dreams desired and so much more.
Spreading my lips around the head of his cock I took him inside and I felt his hand still tight on my hair. I bounced on his cock, my hands coming up around the base of his shaft to squeeze and stroke and hold him steady.