Page 62 of Alpha Bait

"I want that dress off you now and on the ground."

It didn't take another word before I slipped the sleeves of my dress off my shoulders and shimmied it down to the ground. I stepped out of the dress and then I stepped out of my heels. Out of my heels, Richard dwarfed me even more than before.

He lifted me off the ground, his fingers pressing deeply into my thighs as he thrust me against the wall and began to kiss me passionately.

I undid his belt and this time he didn't press me about my lack of patience. Instead, he succumbed to my roving fingers and allowed me to undo his pants and slide them to the ground.

We were hasty, not because we wanted to rush because we felt we had to. Urgency nagged at me so I stroked him to a firm full erection before sliding my underwear to the side and sliding him between my legs. He slid on a rubber before sliding into me.

He grunted and I moaned as his cock slipped into me. His full-length stretched every inch of me to a new point of pain mixed with pleasure. As Richard began to move inside me, I wrapped my arms around his neck and moaned, bucking my hips in arousal.

He moaned my name and I whimpered in response as he began to thrust into me deeper and deeper. It did not take long for me to reach another climax. I exploded, and wrapped my legs around him tightly, pressing the backs of my shins into his buttocks and pulling him deeper into me.

He moved me from the wall over to the bed and we continued to make love, rutting and moaning in perfect harmony as I approached two and then three more climaxes.

I began to whimper and protest as Richard moved to pin my arms above my head. As I wriggled my arms, he pushed them harder into the bed and growled at me.

"No. You are mine. Tonight, you obey."

I never experienced Rich becoming so aggressive before. I liked it. Immediately, I ceased my protest and allowed him to pleasure me in the ways he saw fit.

He began to thrust into me. Harder... Harder... And as I moaned, harder still. I had never experienced such a rush of emotions and such a rush of physical excitement. Every inch of me ignited with a fiery desire that could only be quenched by him.

As we began to move towards our tryst's inevitable conclusion, I began to moan louder. I reached yet another peak of pleasure before Richard reached the finish of his own. Grunting out loud, he finished, his thick ropey member trembling between my legs as he erupted.

We pulled apart from each other, gasping for breath.

Our attempts to erase the bad memories from our day or perhaps pretend they had never happened proved unsuccessful. My desire to talk to him about the precise topic we'd sworn to avoid burned deep in my chest.

"Rich..." I whispered.

"I know," he interrupted, "I can't stop thinking about it either."

"I need to know what you're going to do."

"I'm going to leave New York. I have to."

I supposed that I shouldn't have been surprised. My brother held Rich in a one-down position. He'd lost family. Staying in New York would mean playing with fire.

"This isn't fair."

"I agree."

I knew what he wanted to do then. He wanted to point out that this wouldn't have happened if it weren't for my family. I felt it too -- the guilt.

"I can't try to talk to them Rich," I started, already beginning to make excuses for myself and justify why I wouldn't plead on his behalf.

He rested his palm against my shoulder.

"I understand," he muttered, "if I were in your shoes I'd do the same thing."

I nodded. Of course, he understood me. That was why we'd mixed so well together despite everyone telling us that we shouldn't have.

"If you leave here, Jamal might make good on his threats to me."

We both knew that Jamal might make good on his threats regardless of Richard's presence in New York. I would have felt a hell of a lot better if Rich could remain by my side.

He glanced back at me with the most pained expression on his face. I have to admit, I did feel slight relief. I wasn't the only one in anguish over this.

"I don't wish to leave you."

"Then don't."

I was certain that if Richard left New York, nothing would ever be the same between us and nothing would ever be the same between me and my family members. I had barely spoken to my brother and my cousin outside of work and if they caused Richard to leave New York, I didn't know if I could forgive them. I was at least grateful that Donnie had no idea who I had been going to meet up with.

If he had known, by now, Jamal may have already rooted out what I had been up to.

Secrecy was our ally at a time like this.

Whether Richard would listen to my pleas for him to remain in New York, I had no clue. I hoped that he would. I lay next to him, my arm intertwined with his as I waited for his response.

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