Page 12 of Forcing Her Hand

Finally exhausted, they fell on the bed, his dick still lodged inside her. Allison wiggled back against him, the pleasant ache in her asshole slowly subsiding as he shrank. Todd wrapped her in his arms, holding her until he was completely soft, then groaning slightly, he made himself get up and go to the bathroom to wash himself. When he came back, Allison was fast asleep, and he smiled. She looked so innocent in repose, but with a satisfied glow to her face. Crawling in beside her, he wrapped her soft body in his arms and fell asleep.

* * *

During the night, his dreams were filled with phantom pleasure and sex as he and Allison spooned, his dick moving slightly in and out of her wet pussy. Eventually, they both came and fell into a deeper sleep, Todd lying on top of her and pressing her body down into the bed, a comforting hard weight on top of her.

When she awoke the next morning, it was with Todd’s body still on top of her, a comfortable weight, and his morning wood slowly moving in her pussy as he dreamed pleasant dreams of the girl who was, in reality, underneath him. Wiggling happily, Allison began moving her body, enjoying the stretch of her pussy around him as he moved more on top of her, his body responding to the pleasure coursing through his body. Realizing it wasn’t a dream, he groaned, lust rampaging through his body as he awoke to the beautiful girl who had his dick swallowed in her tight pussy.

“Todd,” she breathed his name, and the throbbing erection inside her swelled even larger. Allison moaned, thrusting her hips up. She started to touch him, but this time, he grabbed her hands and held them down on either side of her head, his fingers entwining with hers, restraining her, but in a much more intimate way than cuffs or rope. Feeling the loss of her control, Allison shuddered and cried out as Todd began a slow erotic thrusting into her eager body.

His kisses burned on her neck, her shoulders, back to her lips, taking her sweetly, slowly… yet satisfying her completely. Although she tried not to, she found herself fighting to lift her arms, wanting to touch him, wanting the fight, and reveling in his complete control over her body, his domination.

“Cum for me, Princess,” he said as he thrust harder, pushing her hands up, so her arms were stretched above her. Her legs were splayed on either side of his thrusting hips. Todd stared down at her, catching her with his dark eyes, the smoldering heat sent an intense shudder through her. “Cum for me, Allison.”

Her orgasm wrapped her up, pleasure bursting as his body ground against her clit, and he swelled inside her. Allison cried out her ecstasy as he rode her, relentlessly pushing against the shuddering walls of her pussy as she writhed beneath him, helpless to his passion.

* * *

It was a very bittersweet farewell when he dropped her off at her apartment. Todd said goodbye and lifted his hand to her cheek, looking as though he wanted to kiss her or say something, then walked away instead. Allison hung on the door, watching him go, biting her lip to keep from crying out after him. She wouldn’t beg. There were a lot of things she would do, but that wasn’t one of them. After last night and this morning, she was sure he had feelings for her beyond the fantastic sex, but if he wouldn’t admit that, she wasn’t going to beat her head against a brick wall. She’d promised herself she would take last night for what it obviously was—a one-night stand.

Maybe now, she should have a talk with Roger about them becoming exclusive. That way, if she ever ran into Todd Rinald again, she would have a real reason to stay away. Or maybe she should just tell Roger everything and let him make his own decision—which would probably be to leave her.

For the rest of the afternoon, she stayed in her room, curled up in her bed with her eyes wide open, not crying, although she felt like it, just thinking… wondering. Trying to decide what she should do. Although Roger called twice, she didn’t answer the phone and didn’t call him back. Eventually, Diana came home and crawled into bed with her, and Allison spilled all. Diana held her as the confused girl finally allowed herself to cry, her entire life seeming in turmoil and confusion. Diana stroked her hair and murmured words Allison barely heard.

They fell asleep like that, Diana holding her comfortingly.

All of Allison’s dreams that night were filled with black hair and warm brown eyes. A fleeting smile when she woke made her heart ache when she realized it was Diana holding her. Confused, unhappy, she nestled closer into her friend’s arms and fell back asleep.

4

Being with Todd for one incredible night and having him leave again had been a mistake, especially letting him mark her. Todd’s possessive marks on her body were disappearing a little more each day, making her want to cry. She’d been avoiding Roger, telling him she wasn’t feeling well, which was true, although it was more of an emotional than physical. Other than for work, she didn’t leave the house for a week. Diana and Chad tried valiantly to cheer her up, but even if she was happy for a moment or two, it didn’t take long before despondency set back in. Every night before bed and every morning, she would stand naked in front of the mirror, fingertips running over the hair growing back on her mound and the hickeys slowly fading on her breasts.

Listlessly, she went on with life. Dates with Roger were dull now, even though she used to enjoy their conversations. It was as if Todd had swooped in, sucked the life out of her, then left—an emotional vampire—yet if he came back, she would have jumped for joy.

If he hadn’t shown jealousy, maybe she would have been able to move on. If he’d treated her with distance, with indifference, as just a sex object. But they’d talked, cuddled, and he’d marked her because he didn’t want her being with another guy. Now, he was gone. Not even knowing if he’d ever come back for her, Allison found herself wanting to honor that. It was so fucked up. She stopped inviting Roger in after dates unless Diana was there since he would never have sex while Diana was home. Fortunately, he was too much of a gentleman to show his frustration, although she’d occasionally see that dangerous glint in his eyes, but it no longer excited her or made her hopeful.

She was just going through the motions of life—walk, talk, eat, sleep, work, date—without taking any real interest. At the same time, she was getting more and more angry with herself for behaving this way over a guy who made no promise—not verbally, but with his body. Allison turned the events of that night over in her head, again and again. Todd had never said anything to indicate his feelings for her, but she knew they were there, instinctively, irrevocably—as long as she wasn’t just making it up in her head. But why else leave hickeys? And shave her? They had plenty of rough sex, but he’d made love to her, too—owned her with his body.

The memories fanned flames of arousal every time she thought about it.

* * *

“Hey, Allison, come join us,” Sally, one of the executive secretaries, said. She was walking toward the front entrance of the office with the Office Manager, Clara, and another secretary, Linda. “We’re going out to lunch.”

Allison hadn’t planned on taking a lunch break for another half an hour, but she didn’t want to be rude, and it would be good to get out of the office. She hadn’t joined anyone for lunch in a while, just sat at her desk and worked through the break. Todd had been gone for three weeks. Her pubic hair had grown back, and the marks on her body he’d left were gone. It was past time to get her act together and start living again.

“Sure, thanks. Just let me grab my purse, and I’ll meet you out front.”

Being in a car with a group of women felt nice. These three, in particular, were friendly and welcoming. She’d been out to lunch with them before and enjoyed it. She didn’t have a lot in common with them, other than working at the same place, and they were all older, in their late twenties and early thirties, but she appreciated feeling like there were people at work she could spend time with.

Lunch conversation flowed, eventually winding down to boyfriends and sex.

“What about that hunk you’re dating, Allison?” Clara asked. She was the oldest of the women in her early thirties with dark blonde hair and a warmly rounded body. Allison had once shown her a picture of Roger, and she’d just about swooned.

“Oh, um… things are fine, I guess,” Allison said, shrugging. She winced, realizing her lackluster response would garner more questions.

“Uh oh, trouble in paradise?” Sally asked before taking a large bite of her cheeseburger. No matter what Sally ate, she never had trouble maintaining her slim figure, although she’d once confessed to Allison she wished she had Allison’s breasts. Sally was petite and tiny, not very curvy, and it didn’t help that she was a runner, constantly on the go.

“Not really trouble, just…” Allison hesitated. “It’s a lot of little things. There was a guy before him I was really into. He challenged me, opened me up to new experiences—comparatively, Roger’s kind of dull. I feel bad saying that because he’s a really good guy. I just miss the excitement. And we’re not really, you know, compatible in bed all the time.”

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