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THE BRAT WITH THE PHOENIX TATTOO: SUMMER Lilah E. Noir
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WARNING This story has some pre y intense BDSM scenes as well as explicit sexual content. If you decide to purchase it you'd get to experience some elements of dub-con, rough love, breath play, male domination and female submission, some very tame femdom, higher level of pain, spanking, choking, breath play, electricity play (violet wand), anal sex, edging and other lovely stuff. The story starts with reluctance and some dark parts but ends well for all the sides involved. Among all those things you also get the twisted and sweet love story of two flawed and deeply messed up individuals who may find their happy ending by the end of the summer. If you find any of this offensive, objectionable you'd be er not buy this book. If your idea of kink is of the lighter variety such as mild spanking, some light bondage such as scarves (ironically I do have one scene with a shawl... no spoilers here) and fluffy handcuffs I'd suggest that you take a step back and make a detour to Sugar Kink Land. No judgment, ladies, and gents, kink shaming is definitely not my thing and shouldn't be encouraged. However, I must warn you so you wouldn't get lost in the deep dark forest. Still, if you want to push your limits, you are always welcome. Who knows, you may like something of what I have to tell. The Brat With The Phoenix Ta oo is Volume I of four parts series and a Summer segment of the relationship between my characters. However, it can be read as a standalone with a happy ending. If you are interested in reading the four parts but you dislike waiting between the separate parts you can subscribe to my mailing list for updates and news - here. All characters are over 18 years old.
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Later I often wondered what would have happened if my perfect aluminum briefcase had failed me that evening in the elevator. The sturdy handle was weighing in my weakened grasp and wearing me down. It would have been so easy to let the fatigue of the day prevail, allow my slippery fingers to tremble and drop it on the elevator floor. It was a solid enough container and its lock would stay in place. At the very least it would provoke an irritated look from the blonde and the redhead traveling with me. They'd pay me attention for a minute, roll their beautiful eyes and go back to discussing the weekend plans while I was lifting the briefcase. But what if the lock wasn't as steady as it was meant to be according to the man who sold me that perfect treasure chest? Would the two pretty ladies get offended at the sight of the butt plugs, handcuffs, and restraints that would fall out? Would they giggle between each other and stare up at me with curiosity. Somewhere, in the deep sordid recesses of my mind, they'd surrender the moment their eyes would fall on the briefcase's content. The blonde would smirk at me and press the stop
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button while the girl with the ginger locks would reach out for the steel circles of the cuffs. She'd drop down on her perfect knees wrapped in silk stockings and open those pretty lips for me, in expectation, nervous but willing to do whatever it takes to please me. The statuesque blonde with striking blue eyes would soon follow her friend and kneel, unzipping my pants, with the same expression of a compliant girl who wants to give ecstasy to her Master. The two ladies would spend a long time fighting for my cock, licking and sucking, tracing their tongues down my oozing tip as I smoothed their hair and congratulate them on what good little sluts they were... I'd close my eyes and think of a third woman, a woman with eyes of a snake and lips made for sin. Wait, what the hell did that all come from? As I snapped out of that depraved fantasy I realized my skin was burning. The hand I've been clutching the briefcase with was shaking so badly as if I was about to have a stroke. My eyes were stinging more than usual after hours of standing before a computer screen, even with the protective glasses. The worst part were the obscene thoughts had their effect on me as the blood rushed straight to my cock. The two beauties were still nearby. The fact that one of them was patting my shoulder with a concerned expression didn't bring me any relief. She narrowed her eyes and said in a sweet, caring voice. "Paul, what is wrong? You look like death." I bet that gorgeous blond angel would be rendered speechless if I laughed hysterically in her face and didn't stop for a few minutes. The whole situation was getting more and more absurd by the minute. There she was, concerned about my health like the dutiful citizen she was. In my mind, though, she was kneeling like a common whore, ready to fulfill all the disgusting thoughts nice guys never admit. I didn't even know her name or who the hell she was. Just a week ago I wouldn't even notice her. Both her and her friend would be nothing but pale shadows passing me by as I was coming down from the frenzy in my own brain. I'd go through the motions, nod politely and make my way outside the office building, through the crowd so I'd feel the night air on my face. Not that being on the street at August helped much. I'd be too busy trying to calm down to even notice anyone or anything in the blend of
I'd be too busy trying to calm down to even notice anyone or anything in the blend of Lilah E. / THE BRAT WITH THE PHOENIX TATTOO: SUMMER / 6 noises, faceless people and lights. So why the hell was I flinching on the inside when that stranger was touching me, getting harder and more aroused, like a filthy, mindless beast. I didn't know her name but clearly, she knew who I was. That surprised me. I was hardly the social butterfly of the floor. "Paul?" Ginger Locks joined Blondie as the second concerned nurse. "Do you want us to take you to a hospital or call someone?" Before I could slip into another feast of dirty imaginary sex I straightened my shoulders and gave them a polite smile. Or at least I hoped it didn't look like the smile of a creep who wanted to see them naked, with their asses on display presented for spanking. "No, no, ladies, don't worry, I... I just have a headache and feel dizzy. It's been a long week." Another friendly, nervous smile as the two exchanged a glance. "You work too hard, Paul, try to take it easier. You look like you need some good rest." Blondie said with a sweet expression. It was possible that I reminded her of her little brother. Or she could want to fuck my brains off. At that point, my mind was way too distorted to analyze her intentions. Besides, I had other objectives tonight. A much more complicated task that could possibly destroy me. Finally, the elevator stopped at the ground floor and I was released of that awkward situation. The two girls chimed in one sweet voice. "Bye Paul, have a nice weekend" and walked together through the revolving doors. They may be on a prowl that night... or they could just go home together for a weekend of pussy licking. I shook my head. As if that would make all the filth magically disappear. I needed to stay in control, to find a focus or otherwise I'd end up once again as the humiliated one. Another notch on Sage Phoenix's bed post. I kept moving along with the rest of the office workers who were leaving the building. Despite my best efforts, my cock was still semi hard and throbbing. In that moment I felt just like a victim of a mental rape, betrayed by their body. But that was the effect Sage always had on me. After a whole eternity, I made it to my car and collapsed on the driver's seat. I closed my
After a whole eternity, I made it to my car and collapsed on the driver's seat. I closed my Lilah E. / THE BRAT WITH THE PHOENIX TATTOO: SUMMER / 7 eyes and let out a sigh of relief, followed by several breathing exercises that always helped me. It would be a mistake to go to her tonight. I wasn't even close to Phoenix Ink and I was already unraveling. But if I didn't confront her she'd stay inside me, poisoning my blood with pent up lust. I had to do it or I risked going insane, turning into a sick animal that just wants to fuck. The wet wipe felt pleasantly cold against my burning forehead. I pressed the cloth to my skin and cursed my decision to go roaming in that part of town last week. My life was just perfect before I set my eyes on her again. I even persuaded myself I had forgotten that witch. All my hard work and intense studying over the years were paying off. I landed the job of my dreams and according to all my seniors I was in for a bright future and fantastic career development. Every two weeks I had a date with some willing woman I met on Fetlife who'd be more than happy to let me bind her in rope or handcuffs, put her through her paces, whip or spank her. I'd be delighted at the sight of her crying and begging me for release, probably my favorite part of the whole experience. After a few hours of sweet torture, pain, humiliation, and madness I'd finally let her have her pleasure. They would usually scream so loud while squirting I'd get complaints the next day. Some aftercare, cuddling, helping them get back out of subspace. They'd tell me that was the most mind blowing session they ever had and thanked me with glowing eyes. That was all I wanted to hear to have my ego scratched and for them to fulfill their role. I'd send them off with a tender but reserved kiss on the forehead and a promise to meet each other again when our schedules allowed it. I was lucky enough not to get together with a clinging psycho who'd want more than I was prepared to give. No romantic entanglements, no complications, no excessive lust that would turn me into a slave. Don't get me wrong, I really enjoyed them. They were all beautiful and strong, intelligent women, many of them were rather aggressive and domineering in their daily life. But once they fell down on their knees before me and extended their wrists so I'd cuff them there was no doubt who was the boss. I was happy even if sometimes I needed to get away and drive in a random direction just
I was happy even if sometimes I needed to get away and drive in a random direction just Lilah E. / THE BRAT WITH THE PHOENIX TATTOO: SUMMER / 8 to calm myself down. I didn't smoke, I drank only on social occasions and save for my indulgence in kink every now and then I pretty much had no vices. So that didn't leave me with any options to let the steam off. Some people found it very easy to walk out of their workplace, shed their professional attire and switch to a personal, more relaxed mode. I wasn't one of those people. What I did absolutely envelopes my mind to the point I didn't even stop to have lunch or use some of my breaks. Conversations with people were a white noise to my focused brain. I only assessed the most important of what they were saying to me before I went back to the numbers. A friend of mine from work was seriously shocked when I told him I had no idea of the mocking nickname the office jesters had given me. Clearly, I've been known for some time as Paul The Cyborg. While I found it aggressively unfunny and tacky it wasn't worth any comment from me except for a low chuckle. At work I'd slip in the zone of full mental concentration on the task ahead of me without any effort. Just like I would slide in a well-lubed pussy. However, when I have to leave and go back to daily communication, out of work socializing, domestic chores and life, in general, I found it hard to switch. My mental state in such moments was very much like that of someone stuck in subspace, struggling to get down from an emotional high. I absolutely hated the idea of bottoming for anyone but that comparison was pretty accurate. The only thing that helped me find a balance in such instances was merely driving. Given how catatonic my brain was in such instances it was a miracle I hadn't killed someone. On the other hand, I was always slow. That was what helped me get back in normal rhythm and decreased my fever. It was a complete mystery why driving would make me feel better. Perhaps it was the lack of any computer screens, sources of information or numbers for my brain to process. I was also fully alone and could arrange my own thoughts without anyone's influence. Driving was wearing me down and when I finally made it home I'd simply shower, go to bed and fall asleep without efforts, tossing or turning. There was something deep inside me that urged me to drive in the night, to explore, to search. I had no clue what I was searching for. I'd often find myself in some very unusual parts of the city, parts I'd never consider going
I'd often find myself in some very unusual parts of the city, parts I'd never consider going Lilah E. / THE BRAT WITH THE PHOENIX TATTOO: SUMMER / 9 to in normal circumstances. Sometimes I'd even get lost and it would take me hours to get back to my apartment. Luckily, my car wasn't flashy and I always looked too shabby and disheveled to provoke some thug's aggression. It was a pattern. I'd start the day looking impeccable, with a perfectly pressed suit, polished shoes, combed hair. While I was working I'd often end up running fingers through my hair until it became a mess. I'd soon remove my tie and undo some of the buttons of my shirt because otherwise I felt suffocated. My official working hours were until six thirty but I always ended up leaving the office after nine... or at least until my eyes started hurting I had no idea how I was doing it but but that by that time I looked more like a junkie rather than a white collar professional, with a head that was more like a crow's nest, bloodshot eyes, and wrinkled clothes. Perhaps to the world, I didn't look like the most balanced individual but I liked my life the way it was. It was during one of those after work rides, last week, that I saw her again, the last woman I expected to meet in such a huge, bustling city. She was standing there at the front store of a rundown, gritty tattoo studio I drove by, with a bright red neon sign reading Phoenix Ink. The window was rather dirty but I'd never fail to recognize that face. It's been more than eight years since last time I set my eyes on her but she was painfully fresh in my memory. I've often wondered what became of her. A hateful, revenge-obsessed part of me hoped she had completely devolved. Some of my darkest and meanest predictions were that Sage had turned into some of those bloated, lazy trailer trash women with three children of three different fathers, abusive and equally trashy boyfriends and not a cent to her name. What else could have become of a girl like her? To both my relief and disappointment she had hardly changed. It was difficult to say from a distance but it seemed to me she had grown even more beautiful, hotter than the flame of a lighter. Sage was leaning against the counter at the studio, laughing, talking on the phone and typing something on a laptop. In that instant, I was ready to do anything just to hear that wicked, laughter again, get lost in her green eyes of a troublesome cat, run my fingers through her raven black hair and turn her skin bright red with pain. Damn it, she hadn't even changed her style. Not that one could expect a woman like her
Damn it, she hadn't even changed her style. Not that one could expect a woman like her Lilah E. / THE BRAT WITH THE PHOENIX TATTOO: SUMMER / 10 to suddenly become modest. Her infinite legs were too arousing to be covered by anything but shamelessly short skirts and fishnet stockings. Sage Phoenix. That wasn't her real name but she never responded to anything else, a firm believer that if you choose your destiny you should also be free to choose your own name. The girl I loved to hate. The school slut and good for nothing rebel without a cause. The only one who knocked me down a peg and rode off into the sunset laughing at my own weakness. When I spotted her I couldn't make out if I was truly seeing her or my repressed lust for her had finally driven me mad. Wasn't I supposed to have moved past that shameful episode and left the girl I used to tutor behind on the route of my life? It was hard to forget the one who had taught you a lesson you could never wipe from your memory. Back in the present I opened my eyes and wiped the sweat off my face. It was now or never. There was always a chance Sage would overpower me, make me look like a fool but that was a chance I could take. Did I really have the strength to fulfill my plans? I had taken just one look at Sage, from a distance, lurking in the shadows like a creep watching its prey. That was enough for her to infiltrate my mind and do her usual magic. She was extracting the dirtiest, most sexual part of me. We hadn't even met and I was already fantasizing of elevator threesomes. That expression in her amazing eyes always made me want to simply tackle her on the ground, tear her panties off and fuck her into oblivion until she begged me to stop and long after that. If given a chance I'd screw her absolutely raw. However, rough sex wouldn't bring me the balance I was so desperate to regain. What I had in mind for Sage was a lot more sadistic and would finally bring me the satisfaction and pleasure that was drained from me on that night. With these thoughts, I turned the ignition key and drove in the direction of Phoenix Ink. The usual steel and determination were back in my bones. I'd not be the fool that night so I hoped that Sage had prepared her finest weapons. That night would quickly turn into the most debasing and humbling experience that wench has ever had. Sage was a beautiful wild creature, a sexual monster... and I'd enjoy taming that monster
Sage was a beautiful wild creature, a sexual monster... and I'd enjoy taming that monster Lilah E. / THE BRAT WITH THE PHOENIX TATTOO: SUMMER / 11 tonight. *** Phoenix Ink was located at the foot of an old building that may have been beautiful once. But then the signs of age and bad maintenance were showing on its facade. The various graffiti left by artists with different degrees of talent, the smell of piss and broken bottles on the ground made it look like a real stinking hole. As I walked out of the car I raised my eyes to the glowing pale orange neon sign on top of the shop where Sage worked. I didn't have a clue of design or art but it looked rather stylish, especially in combination with the shop's emblem of a rising phoenix. Sage has always been obsessed with those mythical creatures and I was bearing the mark of her passion about them on my body. Some of the letters' neon lamps were not glowing and that disrupted the beauty of the sign. It enhanced my premonition her studio would be some ugly, smelly place where bikers got their ink while listening to blasting heavy metal. Either way, I hadn't come for the design or because I expected any high class out of Sage. I was a man on a mission. When I walked through the front door it surprised me how neat it actually was. I'd never thought I'd use "Sage" and "neat" in one sentence but wonders never cease. There were several red couches whose shiny leather was slightly worn off but they looked comfortable enough and matched the dark pink wall paint. I let my gaze slide down the framed tattoo designs that were decorating the tattoo parlor's front part. No doubt Phoenix Ink catered to clients of all walks of life and all kind of tastes. There were the usual Asian and Celtic symbols, cyberpunk and steampunk imagery, beast-like motorcycles, scantily clad women, over the top muscular guys and even some cute butterflies and fairies. I had very little interest in getting my body inked after my first and only time but I had to admit the artists knew what they were doing. Their style and line of business were the last of my concerns at the moment. My attention was drawn by the most glaring detail. Sage, the reason why I have come in here, was missing. "Can I help you?" The deep voice broke me out of my spell. Just then I noticed the man
"Can I help you?" The deep voice broke me out of my spell. Just then I noticed the man Lilah E. / THE BRAT WITH THE PHOENIX TATTOO: SUMMER / 12 behind the counter. He was staring at me with curiosity and some mild suspicion judging by the way he was looking me up and down. It was hard to blame him. I imagine anyone would be wary of a guy with reddened, crazy eyes and a large aluminum briefcase he was clutching for dear life. Could it be that I have mistaken the shop or I've been hallucinating the other night? Maybe I was officially going crazy. The man kept staring at me and crossed his lean, muscular arms before his chest while looking me up and down. I never felt any attraction to my own gender. However, I could bet that guy tempted a lot of female clients who would suddenly wish to get their bodies tattooed. He had the body type of a martial artist, thick black hair and beard, both of them clearly dyed, and perceptive green eyes. The stranger spoke with a slight accent I couldn't immediately recognize but his voice had a strange allure. Still, it wasn't strong enough to distract me from the most important problem. Who the fuck was that guy and where was Sage? Could it be that was her husband or boyfriend? It's been a long time, it was possible that she'd really have three kids by now. My heart sank in despair with that thought but I quickly dismissed it. I'd have what I wanted regardless of her marital status. The bearded guy cleared his throat and repeated his question before adding with a slightly hostile growl. "Mister, is something wrong? Are you sure you are the right place?" He added with an open mockery. Just when I was about to say something equally snarky in response we were interrupted by a purring female voice that made all the hair on my back rise. Speak of the devil. "Finley, whom are you talking to?" Sage walked out of a door at the back of the studio with a heavy book in her delicate hands. My heart instantly skipped a beat as I was finally facing her. I grasped the briefcase handle so hard as if I were determined to crush my own fingers. Damn her for being so fucking gorgeous. She was breathtaking from a distance and an absolute killer up close. I stood no chance
She was breathtaking from a distance and an absolute killer up close. I stood no chance Lilah E. / THE BRAT WITH THE PHOENIX TATTOO: SUMMER / 13 against her if I let her beauty and seductive scent get to me so early in the game. Once at school, I scolded her for always placing her legs on the table. She just smiled at me with a feigned innocence, fluttered her eyelashes and said casually. "I have a fantastic set of legs and I intend to flaunt them for the whole world to see while they are still in shape." She sure as hell hadn't changed her philosophy on showing off her body. "Can I help you?" Sage smiled seductively and left the book on the counter next to the man she had just called Finley. "We are going to close in about twenty minutes but if you are interested in getting a tattoo we can at least discuss a few ideas or set you an appointment." Sweet. She had absolutely no clue who I was. That worked well for my plan and would make my revenge even more delicious. So why did that leave me feeling so disappointed? I knew very well why. She's marked me and I've been infected with lust for her ever since one similarly hot night. There was not a day I hadn't spend thinking of her, carrying her in the back of my mind. But Sage didn't remember me at all and she had probably even forgotten about her special prom night. Who knows how many lovers she has had after she started her journey into adulthood. I didn't answer and took my time to watch her. The poisonous cocktail of lust, hatred and despair was swirling in my feverish brain. Yet, I wanted to take a good mental picture of her. Her shiny raven black hair had grown much longer and it was sliding past the line of her shoulders in two bangs so sharp they looked like a pair of steel blades. It had streaks of bright red and purple that enhanced her natural dark hair even more. Perfect. I bet it would feel fantastic as I wrapped these luscious silky tresses around my fist and used them as reigns as I spanked her ass. Sage was wearing her trademark fishnet stockings and knee-length leather boots with thousands of buckles. That would have been an obstacle and a hassle. I could always make her bend over, fully naked, and take them off herself, leaving her bottom vulnerable and unprotected for me to play with. Her skirt was short enough and it barely covered those supple and firm butt cheeks, one of her most attractive body parts together with the mentioned killer legs. The miniature tank top with a V neck nearly made her beautiful, perky tits pop out. It was clear to see the nipples poking through the thin fabric and that Sage wasn't wearing any bra. She had
see the nipples poking through the thin fabric and that Sage wasn't wearing any bra. She had Lilah E. / THE BRAT WITH THE PHOENIX TATTOO: SUMMER / 14 never been much of a fan of underwear. Back then I didn't have the habit of making any comments on her looks. Sage was often in detention for her habit of not wearing a bra and for her skimpy outfits that were more appropriate for a stripper than a schoolgirl. At one point I couldn't handle the constant fetish show she was making out of her appearance and called her out on it. She only said her tits were small enough and they didn't need any restraints. In my eyes, a pair of supple, jiggly C-cups were far from small and I could live without imagining them in my face the whole time. Sometimes I could swear she enjoyed being punished. It probably made her feel special and misunderstood. Another thing that had changed about her was the number of tattoos on her pale body. Back then she had just the cat on the back of her calf, a black feline with flames erupting from its mouth. Now her entire arm was tattooed in similar motives of fire. It really matched well her ferocious personality... and the sparkle in those green, wicked eyes couldn't help me not to think of her as a she-demon sent to tempt and break me. No. Not tonight. She has no idea what I can do to her. I've been staring at her without saying a word for such a long time both Sage and Finley glanced at each other with a slight concern. She tilted her head and revealed the multiple piercings on her left ear. There was one on her eyebrow, as well. Maybe some day when I had enough time and desire for a relationship I'd have my sub pierce her clit, in addition to collaring her. But that wouldn't be Sage. Knowing her, that perfect little nub of her was already pierced by metal. "Are you okay?" The flirtation was gone from her voice and she looked genuinely worried for a moment. Geez, that was the second time for one night a sexy woman got motherly on me. Though Sage was the last woman I'd expect any sympathy or concern from. A sudden flash of recognition went through her bright eyes. Their pupils dilated, just as her raspberry mouth as she formed an O. Sage smiled and asked in a hesitant, disbelieving voice. "I know you." Did she? What the hell? I had left some impression on her, after all?
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"Paul?" She took a step closer to me and her grin grew wider and more wicked. "Paul Skyler? Is that you?" I nodded soundlessly and the woman laughed out and nearly squealed in surprise. Even after so many years I was unable to predict her actions or guess what was going on in that firecracker's head. Over the last week, I went through all kind of scenarios of our potential reunion, of how I'd react, what I'd say to her, what she'd answer. Most of the time I'd picture her squirming, uncomfortable, desperately trying to explain her behavior from that night. It seemed unlikely but a man could dream. Never had I thought Sage would walk away from the counter, pounce and wrap her slender arms around me in a surprisingly strong hug. My cock went instantly semi-hard as the wench pressed her beautiful tits to my chest and started rubbing them against it, like a playful cat. I nearly hissed out of despair and tentatively placed my fingers on her shoulders. In that moment I had no idea what I wanted more, to fuck or strangle her. To make things even more unbearable she also buried her face in my neck and breathed in, as if we were old lovers who broke things off after a passionate affair. It was impossible not to catch her spicy perfume, exotic as her name, with a scent of ginger... or maybe that was just Sage's natural scent. I never had a chance to properly taste her to be sure. "Well, it looks like we have ourselves a little reunion tonight. Will you introduce us, Sage?" Finley called out from behind the counter with mild sarcasm and enhanced suspicion in his voice. He was staring at me with disapproval. I had no idea what I've done to irk him but it didn't look like we'd be best buddies anytime soon. Not that I planned on sticking around Sage life for a long time to give a fuck. "Oh, where are my manners!" Sage drawled in the same sassy voice and finally let go of me. The usual surge of disappointment and relief that I learned to associate with her rushed in my system. However, she picked up a tress of her hair and ran it across my face in the same merciless teasing manner. "Paul, meet Finley, my right hand, and a kick-ass tattoo artist." She looked at him with the corner of her eyes and winked. "Finley, this is Paul, we were going to the same high school and he tried to ram..." Sage leaned against my shoulder again and whispered. "... some Math knowledge in my pretty little head."
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"Ah, I think I remember." Finley rubbed his beard and smirked at me with mockery. "That high school boyfriend of yours, the Math wizard, am I right?" Boyfriend? What the ever loving fuck? "Nah, not a boyfriend." She nearly kissed my cheek and pressed her tit against my shoulder, still playing with her hair. "It was more like I was his secret whore because his girlfriend had sworn to keep her virginity until marriage. She was a God fearing Christian and pro-life supporter of the Debate club. Her parents would have kicked her out of their home if she so much as held some boy's hand, let alone his cock." A rush of anger went through me and made me act before I thought on her words. I was too blind with lust and too drunk with her scent to realize the little witch was playing me expertly as usual. "What the fuck, Sage, you know none of this is true!" "Relax, Paulie!" Oh no! Now she was practically begging me to skip the domination and downright murder her. After all these years Sage Phoenix not only remembered me, she remembered how to push all my buttons. You'd pay for that, honey, by the end of the night you'd regret you ever messed with me! "We're just teasing you." She kissed my cheek and looked at me almost lovingly. "I forgot how cute you are when you are all worked up." Finley was just watching her with a sardonic grin on his face. "You clearly also can't remember no self-respecting man likes to be called 'cute'," I growled at her and she just laughed, leaning forward to kiss my cheek, a bit longer this time. Probably pushing her away would be a good decision but I didn't trust myself with touching her. That girl has always been in a desperate need of discipline and things have only gotten worse over the years. Sage pulled away from me and went to Finley by the counter. "No, Paul was just forced to tutor me in high school." "Geez..." Finley stared at me with the same subtle mockery. If I weren't so busy to fixate on Sage I'd try to put him in his place. "It can't have been easy on you. When she is not drawing or working on a tattoo she has the attention span of a five-year-old." "Don't I know that." I cut him off with the same biting sarcasm, way too worried if Sage
"Don't I know that." I cut him off with the same biting sarcasm, way too worried if Sage Lilah E. / THE BRAT WITH THE PHOENIX TATTOO: SUMMER / 17 was fucking that guy. Sage looked back at me with a smirk while she was running her fingers along Finley's tattooed arm. Was she really trying to make me jealous? "Paul is just like a really evil tomcat that never cuddles, purrs or curls at your lap. All he does is hiss, glare at you from his corner and bites you each time you try to pet him or play with him." Her little diagnosis wasn't that far from the truth... Okay, that was all I've been doing since I entered the shop but it pissed me off nevertheless. I was more than willing to have her pet me or play with me that night. But then again, it was never about pleasure between us, was it? "Finley, if you want to go home, you can go out earlier." Both Finley and I looked up at her in surprise. It worked miracles for what I had in mind but I still had no idea what she was up to. Her friend, right hand or whoever the hell he was walked out behind the counter and wrapped his arm around her slender body. A wave of poisonous jealousy rushed through me and practically choked me when I watched her cuddling against him. Don't touch her. I longed to snarl at him. She is mine. But she wasn't. And she knew it all too well to use that fact to her advantage. "Are you sure about that, sweetie?" He brushed her cheek with his fingers and looked up at me. I had no idea if Finley had a powerful intuition or he was just a jealous guy who didn't like any men around Sage. However, he seemed to suspect something. "You know it's not a problem to help you close." "Don't be silly, I am sure Kamir and Emily will be very happy if you come home earlier than planned. Besides, Paul and I have to catch up, don't we, Paul?" "Erm, certainly." Great. Ever since I've walked into Phoenix Ink I have been eloquence personified. "That's why I'm here, so we can catch up. Right." "Right," Finley repeated after me and stroked Sage's waist. Never had a single word been laced with so much tension and mistrust. He leaned forward and placed a tender kiss on her lips. "Okay, Phoenix, just watch out and call me if you need any help, okay?" I decided to let that hostile remark slide because all I wanted was for him to get out of here as soon as possible. Finley picked up a backpack from behind the counter and wished her goodnight. He didn't acknowledge me with a greeting while walking out of the shop but the look
goodnight. He didn't acknowledge me with a greeting while walking out of the shop but the look Lilah E. / THE BRAT WITH THE PHOENIX TATTOO: SUMMER / 18 in his eyes was clearly a warning one. I've never been the violent type but right then I wanted to punch him in the face. Whatever. I doubted I'd ever see that guy again if I played my cards right. "Here, let me get that briefcase and put it somewhere, it looks very heavy." Sage interrupted my train of thought. Her smile was filled with sweetness but she still spoke in that seductive, devilish voice that always drove me crazy. I declined her offer and pulled the briefcase away from her grasp. "I'd rather keep it close to me if you don't mind. I have some... um... important documents from work in it." "Have you robbed a bank or something?" Sage inclined her head and started playing with one of the ear piercings, pulling it back and forth while she studied the briefcase in my hand. "Maybe." It was time to quit being so shell-shocked and finally assert my dominance. "Or who knows..." I added, trying to imitate her wicked tone of voice. "Maybe I have robbed a sex shop and thought you could use a little present." She either didn't realize the hint or chose to ignore it but when she burst out laughing it was genuine. "Wow, you are not as uptight as you used to be." Sage stayed silent for a moment as if choosing her next words with concentration. "I'd never expect that you would come here, of all places. How did you find me?" "Believe it or not, it was a complete accident. I was... passing by and spotted you at your studio some time ago. I thought it would be nice to see how you're doing." That explanation sounded like a total bullshit even to my own ears. Judging by how Sage narrowed her eyes into slits she wasn't buying it either. After a minute of silence she smiled briefly, turned around and headed for the door I saw her walking through earlier. "All right then, let's get more comfortable. Let me take you to the back room; all the magic happens there!" I had a fantastic view of her ass but I was more awestruck by the majestic image showing beneath her tiny tank top. It was a phoenix, a full-scale work of art that probably covered her entire back, tattooed to the tiniest details. The mythical bird looked alive on Sage's
covered her entire back, tattooed to the tiniest details. The mythical bird looked alive on Sage's Lilah E. / THE BRAT WITH THE PHOENIX TATTOO: SUMMER / 19 skin as if it was about to fly out and rise above us. Its piercing green eyes were a perfect imitation of Sage's magnetic gaze. The person who did that tattoo knew her strikingly well. He or she seemed to have extracted Sage's essence, her vitality and fierce nature and poured it into that image. It surprised me I had such a strong reaction, especially since I hated tattoos and had no inclination to art or any of its forms. But this one was truly special. My hostess led me inside a spacious room, even larger than their reception area. That was the studio where they did the real job and it looked very professional, more like a doctor's office than the seedy hole I pictured it would be. If we accepted that the regular doctor's offices typically contained large red leather tattoo chairs, as well as black and red tiled floors. I looked around and took notice there were more framed designs hanging on the walls. But here they were aligned with fluorescent lights similar to the showgirls' dressing rooms. I cleared my throat and smiled nervously at Sage who went to the small fridge at the further corner of the studio. "Sometimes the clients get thirsty." She shrugged and stretched her shoulders. For a moment I caught a sign of nervousness in her voice but it must have been just my imagination. Sage Phoenix was anything but the neurotic type. "I usually need a good stiff drink after work, especially when we have had such a horrible week." I hardly paid attention to her words, too busy to observe the seductive lilt of her hips and the bright orange flames of her tattoo that were glowing under the illumination. "That is a truly beautiful tattoo you have got there..." I said and realized that might have been the first genuine compliment I paid to her ever since we met. Sage was just about to open the fridge when she turned to me with a proud smile and caressed the top of her back with affection. "You really like it? Well, how couldn't you, it's absolutely gorgeous. Finley worked on it for a year until he got the details as I wanted them." That Finley again! She leaned on the fridge with a suggestive smile. "But he is great at those fantasy and mythological motives, I still have a lot to learn until I get to his level."
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"I'm sure you are doing great yourself, Sage." Why did I feel such a need to be nice to her? So that the ultimate betrayal would taste extra sweet? Or because I enjoyed the surprise on her face as I praised her. "I remember some of your sketches from school, I'm no expert but they looked rather... nice." "Who are you and what did you do to the real Paul?" She raised her eyebrow. I chose to ignore her words and casually sat down at one of the chairs for more leverage. I put the briefcase with my gear down so it was laying on the ground next to me, crossed my fingers and said with the same careful tone. "So, you and that Finley guy work together here?" "No." She cut me off with an icy tone of voice and raised her chin defiantly. "He works for me. I own the studio." Sage completely knocked me down with that statement and I stared at her with a surprise and some newly found, grudging respect. Who would have thought that this wildcat may have any entrepreneurial spirit? That was a lot more commitment than I expected she was capable of. "Of course, Finley is invaluable, I have no idea what I'd do without him." She picked up two glasses from the top shelf over the fridge. "He is one of the most talented artists I've known as you can see." I hissed under my breath and my knuckles went white with squeezing in an effort to stay calm. The admiration in her voice as she was speaking of him provoked my ugly, possessive side... and made me even hornier than I already was. "So... you two are pretty close, right?" "Are you asking me if we're fucking, Paul?" She left the glasses on top of the fridge and turned to me with a satisfaction on her face. "Why the hell..." "I'd spare you the suspense." She rolled her eyes at me. "Finley is a very good friend of mine but that is it. He is in a very happy poly relationship with two people, a man, and a woman and they are exclusive." Whenever I talked to her my understandings of freedom were always smashed to pieces. "Do all your friends have the habit of making out with you or touching your ass?" "I don't see what the big deal is if we enjoy kissing and flirting every now and then and his partners are cool with that. Or is it because you don't want to see him having his way with
his partners are cool with that. Or is it because you don't want to see him having his way with Lilah E. / THE BRAT WITH THE PHOENIX TATTOO: SUMMER / 21 me? Are you jealous?" She crossed her arms under her breasts lifting them up and stared straight into my eyes without even flinching, just with a light smile and expressionless eyes. "Well, Sage, you overestimate yourself." I uttered covering the truth with another cold smile and icy tone of voice. "I'm just happy you are staying true to yourself, just as 'friendly' and 'affectionate' as you were back then." High school Sage would have sassed me right back. However, the woman in front of me clearly no longer tolerated the bickering and my polite "insults" that always hit her sore spots. "Is that what you came for? To pick on me and act like an asshole?" Her eyes were framed in dark makeup that both repulsed and turned me on. I jerked off many times as I imagined it staining her cheeks while I used her throat as a fuck toy and she gagged on me. Right now as she was angry the smokey eyeshadow (or was it mascara or some other female makeup? Oh, well, that stuff is not my forte.) made her look even hotter. It surprised me that Sage finally showed cracks in her armor. I never saw her reveal her true feelings before. "When you showed up I actually thought you had changed, that..." "I'm sorry Sage." I raised my hands in a sign of peace and smiled at her. "You know that old habits die hard. Let's start over?" She bit the inside of her lips and stared at me with insecurity. Damn it. I had to get close to her but that wouldn't happen if she was edgy or distrustful. I didn't have a whole night to win her over and break through her defenses so I had to cut the sarcasm. "All right then. Do you want a drink?" With these words, she turned around and accidentally knocked down the two tumblers with an elbow. One of them survived by a miracle but the other smashed into a thousand pieces. I sat up from the chair in one abrupt movement as she shrieked and hurried away from the sharp glasses that scattered on the tiles. Her warm body rubbed against me again and I groaned in frustration. "Are you okay, did you cut yourself?" "Just fine. I swear, I really am super clumsy." She laughed and suddenly wrapped her arms around my neck, bringing her face to mine with a seductive whisper. "Some things never change."
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THEN
She was late. Just as I would have expected. I hissed with irritation and pushed away the bunch of college pamphlets I had spread over the library table. I've been going through so far. My schedule was so tightly packed I hardly had the time to breathe, eat or sleep. Instead, I was forced to wait around for some bimbo too stupid to handle high school Math. As if it wasn't enough I had to waste my time trying to tutor her. That could pass as an extracurricular activity but when I thought of how much more use I could make out of that hour and a half I fall in silent rage. Seriously, did anyone believe that would work? People who taught for a living were unable to make her comprehend Math so elementary even a five years old would get it. What made them think that I of all people would succeed in connecting with her ditzy little brain? Perhaps I could do something else while she was away, probably sucking off someone at the bathroom stalls or smoking weed outside the school. I wasn't exaggerating, she'd often been caught doing exactly those two things. It was beyond me how she wasn't expelled yet. It was
Lilah E. / those THE two BRAT WITH THEbeyond PHOENIX TATTOO: SUMMER 23 It was caught doing exactly things. It was me how she wasn't expelled /yet.
clear education had no appeal for her. Maybe I could start on some of those exercises for SAT? That Sage can appear right as I was truly at my best level of concentration. It would do me no good to start doing any actual work and then having to dumb down to her level. Sometimes I would spot her at the hallways or the school canteen and find myself staring at her longer than appropriate. Always on the edge of looking like a trashy hooker. She was the type of girl I hate the most. So much makeup, as if she was really a circus freak. Those skirts she was wearing could easily pass as underwear. I had no idea how she hasn't tumbled down those disgusting stripper heels she was always wearing and how she hasn't smashed her empty skull. Trash. Given her sexual habits she has probably had at least two abortions and who knows how many STDs. It was clear the girl had no dreams or aspirations to make something out of her life. Why wouldn't she just go to some seedy strip club to start her career? It'd be just the right choice for someone like her. Yes, I hate girls like that, the ones who think they can get away with anything by using their asses, tits or simply making sweet eyes. So why was it that whenever she passed me by I couldn't keep my eyes off her slender body, dancer-like gait, and shiny hair? My heart always skipped a beat whenever I was near her and my palms started sweating. Why couldn't I take my eyes off her? Still... no matter what she looked like that girl always walked with her head held high and exuded striking confidence. It probably derived from her thinking she could use her charm on anyone to get what she craved. Not me, doll face, I found myself thinking. You may be a total waste of my time but I won't let you make a fool out of me. I'll put you right in your place and not let you forget who you are. "Hi!" The purring, guttural voice interrupted my thoughts and I looked up with irritation. There she was, finally, nearly twenty-five minutes late. "Are you the genius kid who is going to teach me some Math? Sorry, I'm late." She didn't look like she was sorry at all. I seriously doubted she had been repentant in her life. Just as I expected Sage was totally rocking off the street walker appearance. The red
E. / THE WITHrocking THE PHOENIX TATTOO: SUMMER /The 24 red life. Just as Lilah I expected SageBRAT was totally off the street walker appearance.
leather jacket covered most of her upper body so I hoped she wouldn't feel the need to push her tits in my face the whole time. But her skirt, stockings, and heels... I slid my gaze down her statuesque frame and bit my tongue. The unwanted tingling sensation spread down my entire skin and I felt the heat rushed inside me, like a heat wave. My eyes went back to her face in a hope it would help me calm down. No such luck. I hoped that I'd find the empty shell, doll-like expression of a woman too stupid to live, a slave of her own body and passions, lacking any vitality. What I saw completely swept me away. That green, seductive fire and her beautiful smile made her look absolutely radiant, regardless of her slut outfit and trashy makeup. The raw energy of an untamed tiger, her scent and the natural grace that showed beneath the exterior overwhelmed me. I bit my tongue and gripped one of the pens I had in front of me to get some control over the powerful physical reaction she provoked. I hated girls like Sage. I really did. I'd never touch her or show her any weakness. But right then, in that moment as we were finally up close and personal, I realized with utter horror that I was lusting after her. The unexpected rush of desire cut through me and for a few minutes I wasn't sure what to say or do without revealing how badly I wanted her. Yes, she was beautiful, I couldn't deny it even if I tried. She was sexual and could make any man want to turn into her willing plaything. That disgusting lust that possessed my brain was completely different, though. It was gruesome, violent and politically incorrect. Then the girl interrupted my feverish state by slamming her backpack on the table I was sitting at. My carefully stacked and arranged textbooks fell on the ground in a disarray. Sage looked down and just shrugged as if nothing had happened. She didn't even attempt to say she was sorry. The librarian raised her eyes at us and warned us in a quiet voice. The irritation hit at just the right moment to help me get back in line and suppress the seedy sensations that girl was provoking in me. She'd gotten the wrong person if she thought I was a quiet, introverted nerd who'd stutter for her and would beg her to lick her shoes for morsels of attention.
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"Pick the books up immediately!" I leaned back in my chair for more authority and fix my gaze on her. She blinked as she caught the icy tones in my low and calm voice. The girl looked completely taken by surprise. Clearly, nobody had ever tried to really show her who was the boss. She'd best be a quick learner, for her own sake. When Sage didn't react to my direct order I sighed with irritation but didn't break our staring contest. "You've got a hearing problem? Because from what I see you don't have any visible hearing aid. So I'll repeat slow enough for the information to make contact with your brain. Do you follow?" I got up, placed my palms down on the table and hissed at her with my meanest glare. "Get your backpack off the table, pick up the books and put them where they were. Got it?" Her initial shock faded away and she ran her delicate hands with glittering bright red nails down her thighs. An evil little smirk was glowing on her face. Sage stared at me with curiosity and flipped her long black hair back before whispering. "Well, someone got up on the wrong side of the bed." The minx leaned against the table and played with the zipper of her leather jacket. "What's with the uptight attitude? You haven't been laid for a while... or at all?" I didn't dignify her with an answer and just pointed to the floor where the books were still laying scattered. "Oh, come on." She smiled and raised her hands in a sign of peace. "I was just being playful. I'm sure that a stud like you gets pussy right, left and center." I hated how just the sound of her purring, silky voice made the hairs of my neck raise. I could listen to her reading from the phone book... wait, what the fuck? How dare she, that damned bimbo! She was not getting to me, not with her ridiculous slutty tricks. I closed the textbook before me and slammed it against the table, which provoked another disapproving shhh of the librarian, a few surprised looks from the surrounding tables and a low gasp from Sage. Good. I got that bitch's attention. "I honestly don't give a damn what you think you're trying to do. It won't work. You may not have any respect for the books or anything at all. That is your problem. But while I'm tutoring
Lilah E. THE BRAT WITH THE PHOENIX TATTOO: 26 tutoring have any respect for/the books or anything at all. That is your problem.SUMMER But while/I'm
you'd better behave and do as you're fucking told." I rarely dropped "f" bombs in my daily speech but I'd clearly have to lower myself to her level. "Pick up the book, sit in that chair, keep your mouth shut and listen to me carefully. Who knows, you might learn something." "Wow..." Sage drawled and dropped her jaw, jutting her bottom lip forward. "Has anyone ever told you that you were really cute when you get angry?" Before I could say anything more she bent over to pick the books up, raising her mini skirt clad ass unnecessarily high. I sucked in a breath, staring at her shapely cheeks and felt how my palm was twitching, literally. If I could get away with it I'd grab that pretty brat by her shiny hair, drag her across my lap and give her a rough, humiliating spanking in front of everyone until she learned to be a good girl. These dark thoughts made me choke, just as much as the lust I felt for her supple smooth body and the obscene images of those pretty, insolent lips wrapped around my cock. I didn't approve of violence against women. Still, there was something about Sage that urged me to impose some iron fist discipline on her. The sight of her wiggling cheeks as she was collecting the books and the mental images of her reddened skin and desperate cries for mercy finally did it. Good thing that the table was large and sturdy enough to help me cover the fact I was painfully hard. It was probably also stable enough to allow me to fuck her raw. Geez, what was wrong with me? I didn't even like her, I fucking hated her in that moment. But my body responded to her animal heat and unabashed sexuality. Finally Sage rose after showing me her ass for at least five minutes and placed the books back on the table. "Happy?" She asked fluttering eyelashes, with the same exaggerated drawl. "Was I a good girl?" "Sit down." I expected her to continue acting like the slutty brat she was. Instead, she sat down, crossed her endless legs and swayed her hooker heels in expectation of my next move. "I know what you're doing." I sat down myself and grabbed the pen again staring into her eyes with determination, quite opposite to the hormonal mess in my brain.
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"Do you? Mind if you let me know?" She took off her leather jacket and draped it on the back seat. Just like I expected, Sage was wearing a ridiculous tank top with black frills and spaghetti straps that showed her lack of bra. "Don't play stupid, I know you're not as dumb as you play to be. You might even have something more than tits, ass, and legs..." "Yes, you missed my tight pussy..." She smiled innocently. I rolled my eyes in despair. Good God, this would be a hell of a difficult experience. I'd sigh with relief and thank all the divinities that humankind has invented when that witch was out of my life. "You may be used to getting what you want with that slut act. If it works for you, fine but it will never work with me. You're too trashy for my taste..." I feel a twinge of self-contempt as I say it. "But even if you weren't I'm not like some of those imbeciles you are used to and I am not a slave of my penis and hormones." She clapped her hands and laughed out loud, which made the firm librarian give us a third hissing Keep quiet and a disgusted nod of her head. "That was a cute little speech. You think highly of yourself after you feel I'm trying to seduce you. Just, your reactions of a grumpy old bachelor are too funny and I can't help it. Shall we start with the math, sir?" She winked at me. "I'm dying to see your... teaching method." "We have a long way to go." I groaned and opened the textbook again, cursing the moment I agreed to take part in this madness.
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III
NOW
The floor was covered in broken tiny pieces of the smashed tumbler so I decided to play the part of the gentleman. I helped Sage clean it while teasing her about her notorious clumsiness. She replied playfully that she handled other aspects of life with a lot more grace. If she only knew how soon I'd put her to the test. I wondered if she'd be so confident then? My eyes went to her ripe lips and I smiled at the thought of all I'd do with them. Too bad I'd never allow myself more than one night with her. Sage would make for a fantastic fuck slave once she got broken and properly trained. I quickly pushed the thought away. My weakness for her ran way too deep. It wasn't worth the chance she may turn the tables on me if I got too relaxed. All the other women I had under my thumb were enjoying their submission and always came back for more of what I could offer. As for Sage... Well, she was Sage. Finally, we cleared the floor and she smiled sweetly at me before going back to the
Finally, floor and she smiled sweetlyTATTOO: at me before going back Lilahwe E. cleared / THE the BRAT WITH THE PHOENIX SUMMER / 29to the fridge to get new glasses and a bottle of whiskey out. "I'll be careful this time, I promise." She said through laughter and blew some tresses of hair that had fallen over her face. At that moment Sage looked so adorable and seductive I found it hard to resist not kissing her and simply spending the rest of the night in an ongoing fuck fest. That is not what I'm here for. This is punishment. Sage poured herself about half of the glass and dunk some ice cubes in it, to my worry. I was going to break all my usual safety rules tonight to give her a lesson. But playing with her while she was drunk would be too low. I wasn't prepared to go that dark and vindictive on her. Besides, what was the point of all this if Sage was too drunk to remember or if the whiskey numbed her senses? "How much should I pour you, Paul?" She turned to me, squeezing the bottle of amber liquid. "I think I'll pass." I shrugged and rubbed the back of my neck. "The night is way too hot even without me getting hammered." "Oh, come on, what kind of ridiculous excuse is that?" Sage pouted and shook her glass, pressing it between her breasts. "The night is never too hot for a bit of a hard fuel to keep the blood pumping." I had something better to put there instead of the glass, something warm and hardening. She'd sure feel it soon enough on her tight flesh. Meanwhile, I gave her a goofy grin and said with an innocent, unassuming voice. "I'd prefer a glass of water. If you have ice that would be perfect, make sure it's a lot." I removed the tie from my neck and stuffed it in my pocket. "I feel like I've been grilled all day long." "Sure." She pursed her lips and shook her head after taking out a bottle of mineral water from the fridge. "Seriously, Paul, I kind of hoped college life would have loosened you up a little. Don't tell me that you never partied? I never made it that far in education so I can't know if the stories of wild college life are just legends." "You know me." I shrugged again without a hint of remorse in my voice. "I preferred not to damage my brain cells and mostly kept to the..." "Let me guess, you remained a library rat." She handed me the cold tall glass filled with
"Let me guess, you remained a library rat." She handed me the cold tall glass filled with Lilah E. / THE BRAT WITH THE PHOENIX TATTOO: SUMMER / 30 thick blocks of ice. "Congratulations, Paul, you managed to get even more boring over the years." "You assume too much. If I were a betting man, Sage, I'd say you'd regret those words by the end of the night." "And how do you plan to surprise me?" Sage soaked her lips with the whiskey and took a step back. One drop of the drink was rolling down her bottom lip and chin. Never had I seen a more attractive teardrop of liquor in my life. If only I was brave enough to reach out, lick it off her and sink my teeth in those lips. "All I will tell you at this point of the game..." I ran my fingers down the tall, steamy glass, shook the ice cubes inside and pressed it to my burning forehead. "...is that I may not have been a party animal but it doesn't mean I didn't have a lot of fun. In my own ways. You may find out more if you're a really good girl." If Sage had gotten my hint it didn't show by her expression and indifferent shrug. She took a very small sip and reclined in her tattoo chair. It took me a great effort not to smile triumphantly at my victim. She was walking into the trap willingly, whether she realized it or not. "You know I was never much of a good girl, Paul." Maybe it was my mind doing tricks on me but she sounded almost sad as she uttered these words. For all the time I've known her Sage never showed she was capable of feeling negative emotions. However, that was what I saw beneath her sassy, seductive exterior in that instant. She stared at her glass for some time before placing it on a small table next to the tattoo chair. "So..." Sage continued with an upbeat tone of voice. "What have you been up to? I guess you must have gotten yourself some fancy white collar job unless you really started robbing banks or sex shops." I laughed quietly, relieved she didn't drink too much of that glass. If Sage went a bit wilder with the liquor I'd have to take it away from her. "You can say so." My eyes fell on the ice cubes swirling in the glass before me. They'd do a fantastic job but I'd have to hurry up before they completely melted. It'd be a tragic waste of opportunity. "I got a Master's degree in Mathematics and for some time I considered going for a Ph.D. thesis. Then I got an offer for the position of a junior actuary at Central Life
for a Ph.D. thesis. Then I got an offer for the position of a junior actuary at Central Life Lilah E. / THE BRAT WITH THE PHOENIX TATTOO: SUMMER / 31 Insurance. I've been there for more than a year and rumor says I'll get a promotion soon." "Wow, big shot. So, am I supposed to know what that is and what you actually do?" Sage frowned and reached for the glass again. She was sitting with her legs crossed and kept on messing with her ear piercings. Her denim skirt revealed more of her amazing thighs and I felt how my mouth got filled with saliva at their sight. A strong shiver went through me as I remembered the one time they were wrapped around me. "Basically, I analyze risk and assist in the design of insurance policies and life insurance plans. I compile statistics and use financial theory while preparing an evaluation and a model..." She interrupted me with a yawn and took another sip of her whiskey after that. Oh, well, I couldn't expect any different reaction. At this point, I was more worried about the drink in her hand than her blatant dismissal of my job, anyway. "Paul, please, don't get me too excited with all these details, you know that all things boring make me dripping wet with excitement." I got up without saying another word and walked to her, holding my breath as I stared at her hypnotizing eyes. Sage looked confused and insecure at my sudden move, especially when I wrapped my fingers around her tender wrist and removed the glass from her fingers. She gasped and stared up at me with genuine shock. So I used the moment to stroke her hand and run my thumb down her bottom lip. Her pulse quickened and she swallowed while looking at me in the eyes like a deer in the headlights. "I was sure you'd be more than excited at my ability to predict and assess risks," I said in a teasing voice while caressing her chin. "I wish I had been savvier about all the risks involved the only time I tried being a betting man... with you." Sage blinked for a moment and opened her mouth to let out a slight, purring groan so I opened her lips wider by using my thumb. I inclined further as if about to kiss her but stopped in the last minute with a cruel smirk. "You won't need this. Also, why ice? I thought a hardcore chick like you wouldn't take her whiskey on the rocks?" The look on her face when I let go of her jaw and walked away was so damned precious it made my cock throb with excitement. Sage reached out to caress her lips, where my fingers have been laying just a minute ago, warming her up, feeling her blood rush. The knowledge I could have the same effect on her made me feel powerful and stripped me of all my earlier
could have the same effect on her made me feel powerful and stripped me of all my earlier Lilah E. / THE BRAT WITH THE PHOENIX TATTOO: SUMMER / 32 doubts and worries. She looked around nervously and brought her hand to her neck, at a loss of words. I kept on circling around her chair, with my hands behind my back and kept watching her, as if she was a subject of an experiment. Her perky breasts heaved up and down rapidly while the woman was trying to regain composure. "I... I was just being playful." "Well, we both know how much you love playing games, kitten." Sage frowned a little at that unexpected pet name. I had never used it with her before. As cheesy as it was it fit her very well. Finally, she uttered in a hesitant voice, still feeling up her bottom lip. "I wasn't trying to belittle your success but it was always clear to see you'd go far someday." She kept staring at her boots. Her gaze fell on on the intricate buckles and Sage kept playing with them with shaking fingers. I've been watching her closely and didn't fail to notice the reddening of her cheeks, the way her nipples hardened, how her posture changed. Her confidence was melting just like the ice in my water. Sage had always been the type of girl in need of proper handling but I never thought she might be genuinely submissive. "You seem to be doing pretty well for yourself too, Sage." My voice was soft as I went behind her and ran my fingers through her hair. Watching her squirm under my light and seemingly innocent touch was so much fun. It was time to raise the stakes so I brushed my lips against her earlobe and whispered. "Are all these designs yours?" Sage gasped again and squeezed her hands in her lap as I kept tracing the front of her neck with fingers. "No, Finley did at least half of what you are seeing." Her back was stiff as I let my hand slowly run along the line of her spine, caressing her skin with small, feather-like movements. "My forte is the industrial tattoo design. These are some of my latest stuff." She pointed at an abstract steampunk styled frame. It showed a tattoo design of a sleeve that consisted of elaborate clocks and gears. "I still have a long way to go but I'm getting better, and all my clients are coming back for more."
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"Then it's a good thing you didn't give up on your cute little art hobby, isn't it?" She tensed at these words and looked down with her eyes closed. That was more condescending than I planned it. Bruising her ego would make her more compliant but there was no need to hurt her feelings. "You were always talented." I laid my hands on her shoulders and kissed her neck. Her shoulders trembled slightly, her breathing hitched and she squeezed her fists harder at my touch. Other than that Sage showed in no way my intrusion in her private space was unpleasant. A depraved, dark part of me expected her to struggle, protest, cry, bite and scratch me, that I'd have my way with her whether she liked it or not. I hadn't done anything drastic yet so there was always a chance for her to start fighting back if I went further. Still, I hoped those ugly, violent urges would remain unsatisfied. I wanted to walk out of that place cleansed, not feeling as a deranged rapist. Besides, seeing Sage surrender herself and get down on her knees for me would be more arousing than the thought of fucking her against her will. "Can I be honest with you?" Her voice sounded small, lost and vulnerable. For a moment I couldn't be sure if she really said anything. She had never spoken in such a low, whispering tone before. Sage was always the loud one, the girl with a booming, shameless laughter, without a trace of shyness. What could make her suddenly change her behavior? As much as I longed to stay aloof and indifferent she intrigued me... and that made the lump in my throat grow thicker. I placed my fingers under her chin and made her look up at me. Big mistake. The sight of insecurity in her stunning green eyes pierced straight through my resolve. If the memory of what she did to me wasn't so strong I'd probably have quit my plan right then. Not a chance. I'd not let her get away. Still, I held her pretty face in my palms and nodded, not breaking the eye contact. "Speak, Sage." I tried my best to sound calm, with a hint of authority. Sage shuddered again at my shift of tone and took a deep breath. Who would have thought that she of all people would get off authority and orders? "I'm not doing so well." Sage tried to look away but I held her too tight and didn't allow her to avert her eyes. "I love what I do, I really do, and I love that I'm getting better. I feel happy when I wake up and don't dread the thought I must work. But the whole management thing..." She sighed and reached out to stroke my wrist. I moved with some discomfort when
She sighed and reached out to stroke my wrist. I moved with some discomfort when Lilah E. / THE BRAT WITH THE PHOENIX TATTOO: SUMMER / 34 Sage ran her nails down my skin, leaving tiny sexy, red lines. It was too damned erotic. At that moment I felt ridiculously aroused. Her small gesture was sexier even than something I did a few weeks ago. I asked one of my dates to suck my cock on the balcony of my apartment. It was rather spacious area and we could easily be seen from the neighbor building. It was probably one of the sexiest thing that ever happened to me. Technically, what Sage was doing now didn't compare with that exhibitionist thrill. Nevertheless, my heart was pounding even louder than that time even if the act of scratching was so tame and it wouldn't affect me at all if it was done by another woman. For a moment I wished I could repeat that erotic balcony episode with her, make her suck me off like this at my place, for everyone to see. I bet she gave a great head and her exhibitionist streak would love to perform for the whole city to see. "It is really killing me. I can hardly make ends meet and I'm always one step away from losing everything. I can't believe I'm telling it to you..." "It's okay." I kissed her temple and slid my lips down her cheek, drunk with the pleasure of her physical response. She was slowly turning into putty under my touch. "You can tell me." "Are you Paul's good twin by chance?" She laughed nervously and continued talking when I didn't respond. "Competition is really high and I'm struggling to keep things afloat. Finley is a huge support but I know he is only staying here because of our friendship. He is a truly talented tattoo artist and can land a job just... anywhere. Instead, he is stuck here with me. It gets... overwhelming at times." I felt a twinge of pity in my chest. It was always difficult for those passionate, creative types to handle the practical side of life. Sage clearly had taken a bigger bite than she could chew. Still, it was admirable that a frivolous woman like her was still trying against all the odds. I looked more carefully at her face and ran a finger under her eyes, smudging the smokey makeup in the process. Just then I caught another glimpse beneath the facade. She was exhausted. Her eyes were just as bright as ever but reddened and with a strained look. There were deep circles under the melting makeup. It took me all my presence of mind not to give in to my urge to comfort her in her struggles. I was here to collect debts, not surrender to her again or give in because of her bad
struggles. I was here to collect debts, not surrender to her again or give in because of her bad Lilah E. / THE BRAT WITH THE PHOENIX TATTOO: SUMMER / 35 circumstances. I wasn't chivalrous. However, I found her bravery astonishing. Did I ever know that girl at all? Or I had bought the official version? "I understand," I whispered and after some hesitation, I ran my lips against hers, in a slow, teasing motion. "I was surprised that you had started at all, to be honest." "Why?" She frowned and backed away, as much as my grasp allowed her. "Let me guess, because you still think I'm a shallow airhead." "Well..." I shrugged with feigned indifference and ran my fingers across the edge of her dark, thick hair. My voice was still as low as a whisper. "I may be wrong but you always struck me more as a follower rather than a leader." Sage was about to say something in protest but I ran my hand down her throat and gave it a light squeeze, testing my theory of her weak spots. The open, albeit quiet moan, that escaped her pouty lips left no doubt I had found one. "Have you thought of quitting? Not the tattoo business, just being a business owner." I asked casually while my thumb was digging against the nape of her delicate neck. Sage sighed and I used the moment to turn her head to one of the designs on the wall. "If half of these are yours you're great at this. Wouldn't any tattoo studio hire you with such a portfolio?" "I guess so..." She uttered and drummed her fingers down the armrests of the chair. "But I'm not ready to raise the white flag. Not yet. I don't think a guy like you could understand." "A guy like me?" I squeezed her throat tighter and raised her head. It was so hard not to kiss her savagely and show her she didn't have the first clue about who I was. "Yes..." Sage blushed and laughed nervously. "Someone as rational as you. You'd never make a life or work decision based on your emotions." "Emotions?" Now the last piece of the puzzle fell in its place. It was so painfully clear she was deeply into that Finley asshole. The obvious admiration whenever she talked about him, the flirting, the way she played with me in front of him. Did she just use me to make him jealous? I clenched my jaw. It was so difficult not to surrender to my dark lust and fuck her raw until I completely wiped him from her memory. "So, you are staying because you crush so hard on some guy, really? What are you, fifteen?"
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"What?" My slip into jealousy gave Sage time to come around and go back to her cheeky self. "I guess I was wrong about you being that logical and rational adult. Seriously, Paul, I told you, Finley is a friend. I may make out with him every now and then but we'll never be more. I'm not sure I want to have a relationship with anyone at this point." "Oh?" I was officially confused. "What kind of emotions are we talking about then?" "Yes, a woman can only make emotional decisions if they are somehow related to being in love. It may blow your mind but there are many other emotions, a whole range of them." She drawled with sarcasm and took a deep breath. My hand was still tight around her throat. "Let me explain it to you real slow so you'd understand." "Please, I'm dying of curiosity in here." I rolled my eyes. If only she knew how true my words were. I found myself dying to know every last detail of her. "Well... ever since I left home and even before that I've been totally lost." More Sage candor. "I had no idea what I wanted and nothing held me back so I did a lot of soul-searching. I worked all kinds of jobs, anything you can think of I probably have tried it. Money was always tight and there were days I was lucky just to have food and roof over my head." I was too stunned that she was telling me about her past problems without trying to hide a thing. She wasn't complaining but she neither tried to glamorize the fact she's been through some rough and crazy times in her life. The woman whose delicate neck I was marking with my fingertips was just honest and I thought that was sexy as hell. There were so many masks and identities to peel off until the true Sage remained naked and unprotected in front of me, ripe for the taking. "I was even a stripper for about a day." She stared at me with some mischief as she uttered this. I burst out in genuine laughter and loosened my grip around her throat. Sage joined me and pressed her forehead to mine while I ran my hands down her tattooed back and pulled her closer. "Frankly, I've always thought it would be the ideal way of life for you. Whenever my friends dragged me to a strip club I half expected to see you there." Just as I realize what I was saying I hurried up to ask in a flustered way. "So, why only one day? I thought you'd be having a blast..."
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"Can you believe it?" Sage laughed and tossed her hair back. She hesitantly mimicked my behavior and wrapped her tender arms around my waist. To the outside world, we looked like a rather unusual couple in love. How deceptive appearance was. "It turned out it was not acceptable behavior for the stripper to punch a customer in the face. Even if he was fondling my tits during a lap dance, at a strip club with a no-touch rule." I chuckled at that and went back to caressing her throat. "You are totally insane, Phoenix. But I guess that's what makes you so charming." She shrugged. "I didn't want to end up like my mother. At least she was a singer. If I continued with this life of a stripper..." Sage sighed and looked up at me with an innocent smile. "So I kept searching. My point is that..." She scratched my neck while searching for the correct words. "When Finley and I found this place it was the first time in my life I felt truly at home. I never stopped drawing over the years and I've been obsessed with ink for ages. It felt amazing whenever I made an art out of someone's body and they loved it." She paused. I should never have led that conversation with her. It was bad enough that I wanted her so badly it hurt. Seeing her as a human being with depth, dreams, aspirations and fears that went way deeper beneath her facade would destroy me. Why didn't I just make it quick and dirty? There she was, dangerously seductive and delicious like a poisonous fruit. I had her right there and could bring my plan into action anytime but I just kept caressing and soothing her as if I actually cared. "So, why didn't you continue doing just the art and let someone else handle the business?" "It was important I had to do it myself. It was the first time I could create something bigger than me. Eventually, the place would grow and I could help other aspiring tattoo artists find their calling. It is unlikely but it's a nice dream. If I ever make it past the phase at which I struggle to pay the rent." She smiled sadly but when she turned her eyes to me and spoke her voice felt like a steel. "I'll keep fighting for Phoenix Ink until I lose it... or make it a huge success." Sage smirked at me. "I want to know that I have given it everything I have, every bit of energy and that I've done all I could. Only then I can move on to the next stage of my life."
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Stop it! I screamed at myself and grabbed her hair so tight she groaned with the mild pain. Just work on your plan, you stupid fool, can't you see she is setting up her web? Do what you came here for and leave while you're still intact. Now! "That's a very touching, little story, Sage." I pulled a tress of her hair while I tried to make myself sound as sardonic and demeaning as possible. It didn't take that much effort. "Who would have thought that you might try to play being a business woman." I drawled the last part and rolled my eyes. As I recognized the dangerous flame going back I leaned forward to her and bit her lower lip. That small action pacified her until I uttered the next words. "Maybe you wouldn't be in such a bind if you had paid a little more attention to what I was trying to get in your pretty little head at high school. Or if at least you had taken some basic business administration classes to see how it all worked." "Maybe." She shrugged and looked down sheepishly, sucking in a breath. It was clear to see Sage hesitated about being angry with me. How could she be mad at someone for saying the truth, though? "But you know numbers and me never really got along so well." "Oh, but I don't think you give yourself enough credit, kitten." I grabbed her forcefully by the jaw. "It was funny that you passed your final in Math with flying colors but you were always so hopeless when I was trying to tutor you." "I get ambitious when I'm angry." She raised her chin with a defiant expression and smiled wickedly at me, suddenly finding her leverage. "Besides, why exactly are you complaining? You had your benefits, your extra credits. You could write in your resume that you were tutoring less intelligent schoolmates, I guess. Besides..." Sage brushed her lips past my earlobe and sank her teeth into it. "If I remember correctly I took your virginity. Something more, I let you cum inside me. That is something no other man I fucked could say." It was time to finally reveal my cards and stop playing softly with her. Without saying another word I fisted her hair and yanked it back so hard she actually screamed in pain. I laid her down on the chair and inclined her so that our faces were touching. My body had her pinned, leaving her with no options to escape. Sage moaned in surprise but didn't raise her hands again, letting me win while she was stuck, panting and slowly losing the game. Her skin was getting hotter with each minute. For the first time since I've known her, Sage looked frightened and aroused at the same time, a combination that always made me rock hard.
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"Do you really think one minute in your pussy could make it up for all the trouble and grief I had when dealing with you, little brat?" She raised her legs and dug the heels of her boots in the leather, trying desperately to keep control and failing miserably. I yanked her hair again so hard that the skin at the root of her hair went red with the intensity of the pull. She was still shell shocked with my sudden aggression and laid beneath me, panting, with her pupils slowly dilating. Sage was right where I wanted her to be. Finally, my little victim found her voice and uttered in a last attempt to win through her seductive purr. "It would have lasted a lot longer if you had lasted too, Paul. It's not my fault you came so quickly." The smile on her face was just as wicked as always but Sage was slowly unraveling. Her lips were wide open for a kiss, her nipples were hard as pebbles and she was raising her hips to grind them against my crotch. Probably without even realizing it. Perfect. She probably didn't see it coming, that would explain the loud gasp of protest as I crushed my lips against her, bit them to the bleeding point and forced her to open her mouth. Her moans were muffled as I pushed my tongue in and rubbed it against hers. Sage struggled and writhed under me but wasn't trying hard enough to release herself. My hands found themselves on her tender, pulsing throat and I sank my nails in the back of her soft neck until she screamed. I was bruising her delicate skin. It would take just a bit more to crush her completely, break her windpipe and catch the last breaths of her life in my mouth. Instead, I grasped her hard enough to hurt and bruise her but I was merely depriving her of air, controlling how much she'd get as I was devouring her, sating my hunger for the taste of an untamed, captivating creature. All her sounds were drowned by my rough, violent kiss. At first, she responded with the same painful lust by sinking her teeth in my tongue and fighting for control. The lack of oxygen and my power over her took their toll and I quickly assumed the top position. She tasted just like I always thought, sweet and spicy. The mild taste of whiskey on her tongue just made me go wilder and kiss her in a more ferocious way, nearly tearing pieces of her flesh in the process. I sucked her tongue into my mouth and breathed some air in her, thrilled to
flesh in the process. I sucked her tongue into my mouth and breathed some air in her, thrilled to Lilah E. / THE BRAT WITH THE PHOENIX TATTOO: SUMMER / 40 be literally necessary for her survival. When Sage started growing weak in my arms I hurried to remove my fingers of her neck and slid them down her firm breasts. It amazed me how hard her nipples were, truly like two little pieces of rock I'd soon torture, just like the rest of her sensual body. That little witch would better know from now on she wouldn't have any say in what would happen to her, that I'd have no qualms in taking her and treating her like my own private toy. She'd be my whore tonight. I played with her painfully sensitive tits and drank in what I've longed for years. Then, with one smooth and precise movement I ripped her tank top open, shredding it to stripes of ruined fabric. The kiss had made me dizzy as well so that was the perfect moment to release her luscious, roughened and bleeding lips and let her scream out while I was ripping apart her flimsy outfit, turning it into a rag. Sage moaned and reached for her mouth, gasping in despair. I left her naked from above the waist, with her bare breasts completely vulnerable. Clearly Little Miss Adventurous didn't like it that much when the tables were turned on her. Or did she? Her eyes, goose-prickled skin, gyrating hips and aroused nipples showed she was horny as hell, weakened and getting needier by the minute. "Paul, what are you doing?" Sage moaned out in confusion. In response, I simply slapped her breast and pinched her nipples for a few torturous moments until some tears ran down her face. There was a rough, red bruise forming on her neck where I had been choking her. Good. I wanted to leave marks on her so she'd stare at herself for at least a week in the mirror, touching her skin, unable to let go of my face in her mind. Sage was moaning out loud when I brushed her nipple and squeezed it so tight it instantly turned bright pink. I made sure that all the blood gathered at that tender tipping point before I struck it with my free hand. "Paul..." "You are a very, very bad girl, Sage Phoenix, a bad woman who goes around in those barely there tops, teasing men with her perfect tits and nipples." I tutted and slapped her cheek gently, in a ridiculous tender manner in comparison with how I was roughing up the soft bud of her nipple, sinking my nails into it, making her cry. "You never learned that grown up women don't flaunt their tits for the whole world to see. You were supposed to have matured by now but you are still the same brat, aren't you?"
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She moaned and her cheeks burned hot with humiliation at my words. Sage's body didn't seem to have any problem with the mild degradation even if I was bruising her ego. The other nipple grew even harder, ripe with blood rushing to it as I tortured its counterpart. "Paul, I..." "Shhh..." I placed a finger on her lips and gazed straight at her trying to look as firm as it got. The women I was dominating would say I drove them crazy with the sternness of my eyes and how cold I looked as I was taking control. "Don't say anything more, kitten. I'll take what I wanted to do back in that night. I just didn't have the tools to put you in your place." I raised her skirt and chuckled with disdain at the sight of her thong. There was a wet spot at its front. The outline of her pussy lips and pulsing clit were visible through the thin fabric. Sage was arching her neck, crying with pain and moaning while I continued with the assault of her breasts. I let go of one of her ruby red nipples to tap her pussy, getting my fingers wet with Sage's spicy, fragrant juices. "Oh, Sage, you poor horny girl. Look at the mess you made, you naughty slut. And I have hardly touched you. I wonder what would you do if I was merciful enough to fuck that filthy pussy." I grabbed her by the hair again, eliciting one more yell of pain and kissed her lightly, almost lovingly. Just as she got a bit too comfortable I slid my hand in her thong and rubbed her clit in a rough, circular movement, coaxing more of her profuse, slick juice. It would feel absolutely blissful when I fucked her later... if I allowed the brat such a privilege. "Paul..." She whispered my name in despair and confusion, probably not knowing what she was begging for. Her voice was desperate but at the same time Sage was spreading her legs and arching her body so I'd touch her more. "You know what, kitten." Another one of my strongest points was the cold, condescending voice and the contrast with the warm, kind smile. The ladies were dying for it and Sage was no exception. "I always knew you were the kind of girl who requires being handled in the firmest way possible, with iron discipline. Tonight I plan to give you exactly what you need."
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IV
THEN
Sage and I were sitting in my parents' dining room. She was supposed to be studying and working on the tasks I've given her after nearly two hours of explanation in the library. However, judging by the look in her eyes I was sure nothing has gotten in her head. The girl was biting her pen and staring at a page of her notebook with concentration. I rubbed my tired eyes and temples, wondering if that torment would ever end. That girl proved to be much more of a nuisance and lost cause than I could ever imagine. Sage was so slow to comprehend and asked me such dumb questions it made me wonder how has she ever made it all the way to high school. In the end, my despair reached such a low point I ended up doing her homework for her so we could just move on and I could go back to my real tasks. Of course, the assignments I prepared for Sage were always filled with enough mistakes not to make anyone suspicious of her sudden progress. That little tutoring experiment was getting too painful and damaging to my dignity. I was breaking the rules I've been following strictly all my life because of that wench. Ever since my
breaking theLilah rulesE.I've beenBRAT following strictly my life because of that wench. Ever / THE WITH THEall PHOENIX TATTOO: SUMMER / 43since my earliest school days when my test results proved I was a lot smarter than average I turned into every teacher's pet. That also put a target on my back for every pretty, flirty girl who thought she could get all she wanted and move ahead in life by fluttering eyelashes, giggling, swooning and all sorts of pathetic manipulation tricks. I've lost count of the number of times some bimbo would sit next to me, shower me with fake compliments and flip her hair in an attempt to attract attention. Some would even go so far as to lean on my shoulder and touch me through my shirt, gasping in shock, asking me if I worked out, what a strong body I had. They were so over the top with the seductive tricks so they'd make me do their dirty work it was actually kind of hilarious. I only needed popcorn while watching those girls make fools of themselves. However, the expression they'd get when they found out I wasn't an easy to manipulate lapdog was so damned precious. Especially when they stomped their feet and walked away in a huff. I've always claimed that if you wanted nice grades or success in life you had to work to get it. What was I doing then? Sage was using me in the most shameless manner and she didn't even have to ask. I was the one who suggested that may have been an easier way if it would give her more time to practice. What an idiot! She just beamed at the opportunity and I had only myself to blame for the extra tasks that burdened me with. I wondered if she had some hypnotizing powers. Her gorgeous eyes were really killing me at times, piercing straight through me, as if Sage knew all my dirty secrets. That mischievous expression made me squirm in my seat each time Sage raised her gaze to meet mine and I had to look away. As if she knew all my dirty, disgusting secrets and horny thoughts about her. Sadly, that initial rush of lust I've felt that day at the library didn't go away. The filthy desires in my head would get more graphic with every next lesson. Every time I breathed in her scent or touched her soft hand by accident I found myself longing to taste her. I didn't know what it was about her but it was getting harder to resist and it took me all my strength and energy to be firm with her. The carnal needs Sage was provoking in me slowly bloomed into depraved fantasies that were terrifying me. In most scenarios, she'd end up tied to a chair, naked, crying and begging me to have mercy. Just the previous night I had a very graphic dream of her lips around my cock and her hands in chains hanging from a dungeon ceiling. I woke up nearly screaming, with my sheets
hands in chains hanging from a dungeon ceiling. I woke up nearly screaming, with my sheets Lilah E. / THE BRAT WITH THE PHOENIX TATTOO: SUMMER / 44 soaked in cum. There was no point to deny that I wanted to fuck her within an inch of her life and turn her into my little sex slave, punish her and put her in her place. Perhaps just one time wouldn't hurt, right? Just to get her out of my system and move on with my life, free of the shameful fantasies and painful need. However, I knew that once would never be enough. Lust was not a sensation I was used to and maybe that was why it completely blew my mind. It was not that I was asexual. I liked girls and found them attractive, once I even attempted at having a sort of girlfriend. She was a study partner but nothing like Sage. If anything that girl was my female version, focusing all her energy and time on education and her goal to get in med school. We never went any further than some sloppy making out and one unfortunate attempt at a mutual hand job. None of us had ever done it and it turned out awkward, clumsy and didn't lead to orgasm for either side. Finally, we got a gentleman's agreement not to discuss our short and weird affair and just move on. I've accepted that I just wasn't a very sexually driven person... and then I met Sage. I've been completely fine not to be in touch with my lustful, carnal side. It freed me of the burden of hormones and helped me set my mind on more important things. That obsession with the most inappropriate girl couldn't come at a worse moment of my life, just as my future was at stake. As much as I tried to persuade myself it was all a temporary sensation the sight of her always proved me wrong. She was so fucking sexy, with her pouting, full lips made to be kissed, bitten and ravaged. The black hair was covering the side of her face as she clutched the pen. Sometimes she'd stop and at other times continue scribbling faster, brushing the edge of the pen against the paper with confident strokes. I could watch her for hours, always with the corner of my eye, follow her different expressions, listen to her laughter or follow the subtle curves of her tall frame. It was hard to put my finger on what was it about Sage that turned me on so badly. In all my sexual dreams she ended up being defeated, tamed and in restraints so I could play with her as much as I pleased. She always obeyed after a long, nearly violent fight and submitted to my power. Bringing order and discipline in the life of the bad girl while I was gradually taming her and training her to pleasure me was a huge turn on. No matter what I did I couldn't bring those urges out of my mind. I was jerking off like
No matter what I did I couldn't bring those urges out of my mind. I was jerking off like Lilah E. / THE BRAT WITH THE PHOENIX TATTOO: SUMMER / 45 crazy, sometimes even at school because Sage would be always on my mind. She and her perfume of wilderness and shameless sensuality, without boundaries or censorship. Sometimes I feared I was slowly losing my mind. Just a few weeks ago all I had on my mind was my future, college, career and mental development. Enters Sage Phoenix, with her short skirts, perky breasts, unrestrained by any bra, husky laughter, ginger perfume scent... Oh fuck, I was lost. The worst part was that she was also getting under my skin and made me like her... a little. If we excluded her appalling Math skills Sage was intelligent and witty. Sometimes I even looked forward to our banter and sass exchange. The thought of punishing her mouth and stuffing her throat with my cock resurfaced each time she was speaking. However, I really loved what I saw once she let go of the exaggerated sluttish behavior. Once, after some hesitation, Sage showed me her sketches and shared the dream of being a tattoo artist someday. Her drawings were beautiful and it impressed me she had some different aspirations than partying or sex. But if I showed weakness I didn't doubt that girl would be the end of me. Our relationship would remain aloof until the end. So I just nodded with indifference and urged her that we started with the lesson. Perhaps it was just the tiredness but for a moment I saw some pain in her green eyes. She couldn't genuinely want me to praise her, right? So, yes, Sage was a lot more than met the eye. Based on her vocabulary and the fact her backpack was constantly filled with different books showed she was pretty well read. But she was also lazy, lacked any decency or restraints and often acted like a total brat, with full disregard for the rules. Such as right now. She was writing way too fast and judging by the trajectory of her movements maybe she wasn't even writing at all. "Let me see." I grabbed the notebook from her hands abruptly and she didn't have the time to pull it back to her. The blue pen ending up leaving a long scratch against the white paper and all over the drawing Sage was working on. I groaned in complete despair and glared at her. "You're absolutely hopeless, aren't you?" "I? Look what you did to my drawing, I've been working on it for the past hour." She snapped at me and took her ruined sketch back with a clenched jaw. Seriously? That girl was too much.
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"This is not a fucking art class, Sage!" It was wrong to show her how exasperated I was but her bratty antics really pushed me to the edge. "I'm trying to teach you Math and that is the only reason I'm spending any time with you. I'm trying to make you pass your final and get something in that ditzy brain of yours. Why are you being so difficult?" "I'm sorry, all right?" Sage said defiantly and lowered her chin to look at the ruined drawing of a phoenix. I didn't buy it so I walked around the table and leaned forward to stare straight into her eyes. "I know what you're trying to do but I can't force myself. It's so... boring. Before I realize it my hands just start drawing on their own." She fixed her green gaze on me and I saw her bottom lip was trembling. Her goofy smile was supposed to melt me. I had enough experience with girls like her not to buy it. "I bet you think you are very special, huh?" I uttered through clenched teeth and pinned her wrist against the table. "Look at me." It was killing me to be so close to her, with the hormonal mess in my brain and the painful hard-on in my pants. I had no idea how I gave my voice a note of authority but she obeyed faster than I thought. Her face was angry and her eyes were narrowed into slits but Sage didn't even hesitate to comply. "You probably think you're so cute and unique, like a fucking special snowflake flying above the others. An artist and a rebel who defies the conventions." I hissed the last with such a contempt the girl in front of me shivered. "Let me tell you exactly what you are, Sage. You are nothing but an annoying, self-entitled brat and a complete caricature. Do you seriously think you're even remotely attractive?" I looked down at her short dress and revealing cleavage, trying not to swallow. "There probably are hookers who look more decent than you. You constantly shove your body in everyone's face because, guess what? You have nothing more to give. I seriously doubt it you've spent at least one day in your life trying to accomplish anything." Sage stood up suddenly, slammed her fist against the table, interrupting my dissection of her life, dreams, and intelligence. Her pupils were dilated and her hands were clutched in fists. However, when the girl opened her mouth she sounded strangely calm, in contrast with the anger she was exuding in that moment. "So just because I have a problem with these dumb calculations that gives you the right
"So just because I have a problem with these dumb calculations that gives you the right Lilah E. / THE BRAT WITH THE PHOENIX TATTOO: SUMMER / 47 to treat me like I'm worthless? Or just because I wear a short skirt and I'm not obsessed with the idea of going to college that makes me a whore with no aspirations?" Sage crossed her arms before her chest. "And based on those two simple things you instantly put me in a category? Are these the only things that define me in your book, Paul? Because if we're going to judge each other, I can nitpick you to death as well." "I can't see how you'd handle that," I smirked at her and tried to ignore the knot in my stomach. "I'm not good at Math. So? The world doesn't revolve around numbers." "That is where you're wrong, Sage. Math is absolutely everywhere, whether you choose to be a diner waitress or if you work at NASA. Your whole life is based on these numbers, starting from your monthly budget, the software you are so casually using and all the risks you take every day by merely getting up from bed. Everything can be calculated and planned. Whether you like it or not, you can't escape it. So you'd better learn something useful now when you still have the time." I smiled at her reddened face and decided to up the ante. The moment those words escaped my lips I instantly regretted them. "But you won't, will you, Sage? You'd rather stay the same clueless bimbo, a ridiculous trope of a manic pixie dream girl who flies on the seat of her pants and can't get anything done right." She trembled but didn't say a word, just staring ahead of herself, breathing slowly to calm down. It was the right time to shut up but I couldn't stop it. It was as if I were driven by endless frustration, petty hate, and my omnipresent lust. "I feel sorry for you. You are bound to keep running around in circles, say that you are a free spirit and that's the reason your life, future, and plans are a complete chaos. But you are just a victim of your own weak, slow-minded nature, Sage. I'm wasting a lot of time here while you goof around." I was going too far and I knew it but the need to hurt her was overwhelming my senses. "Ultimately, you are the type who will never grow up and will end up wasting your whole life away." I patted her hand in a condescending way and grinned as she yanked it away. "It's okay, Sage. A lot of people are losers. You'd just end up being one of them." I wished she'd hit me, that she'd scream, that she'd cry and tell me to stop. Instead, she just stared at me with cold eyes and let go of her fists, exhaling slowly and not looking away. It
just stared at me with cold eyes and let go of her fists, exhaling slowly and not looking away. It Lilah E. / THE BRAT WITH THE PHOENIX TATTOO: SUMMER / 48 was hard to stand her dignified expression, especially after all my degrading talk. "So, you say I'm a walking cliché?" Her voice was devoid of any emotion. "Because let me tell you, you're just as much of a stereotype. The brooding asshole with a superiority complex who thinks he is a genius who can calculate it all and put everyone in safe little boxes. People are more than the sum of their parts. I feel just as sorry for you for relying on sad, tired stereotypes and television." "Stereotypes exist for a reason, Sage. They are based on facts and human behavior." "Well, I can prove you were wrong about putting me in a stereotype before getting to know me, Paul." She leaned forward and I sucked in a breath, wishing she'd just go away, that she'd burst into tears, make a scene, tell me I was mean and run away. "All right then. Prove me wrong. Ace your final in Math." I chuckled and leaned back in an attempt to look casual. "Oh, have no doubt I will do it." The way her eyes darkened with determination should have worried me but I ignored it. She was just bluffing. "I will do it but I won't do it for nothing in exchange. Let's make a bet out of it. Let's see how fucking brave you are, you dick!" "What for?" I raised my eyebrow at her. "I'm sure you can't do it and that would be a very easy bet to win. Besides, I don't really need any reward from you. Except for maybe never having to deal with you again or see your face." She gritted her teeth and sat back in her chair, not losing me out of sight. My own hypocrisy was suffocating me but I kept staring at her for I couldn't lose to someone I claimed I despised. "All right then. We are graduating this year so I doubt it you'd be seeing me much from now on." That fucking calm tone was driving me mad. Everyone else would have erupted by now and left. "But if I succeed you'll do as I say. For starters, you'll get us tickets for prom and you'll join me as my date." "What? I won't be going, I hate these things..." "Would it be a real punishment if you were enjoying it, Paul?" She grinned with sadism and that made me feel even more uncomfortable. "You'll come with me, we will dance and you will act like you have the time of your life. After that, we'll go to some secluded place..." "Forget it, Sage." I cut her off. 'Sage' and 'secluded' place in the same sentence were a
"Forget it, Sage." I cut her off. 'Sage' and 'secluded' place in the same sentence were a Lilah E. / THE BRAT WITH THE PHOENIX TATTOO: SUMMER / 49 disaster formula. It was hard enough to resist my urge to kiss her and rip her clothes off while we were in public. "I'm not even remotely attracted to you and I'll never have sex with you." "Oh, geez, someone is so damned full of himself." Sage burst out in laughter and gave me the closest thing to a cold look she was capable of. She rolled her eyes and said with her usual mocking voice. "Trust me, there is no amount of lube on this entire planet that would get me wet enough for your cock. I'm pretty sure you don't even have blood in your veins, just some icy water mixed with poison. Fucking you would be an awful experience." "So what then?" "I'll get my tattoo gear. I'm getting better at it." Sage raised her head. "I'm going to make you a tattoo at a body part I choose." "Fat chance, Sage, I fucking hate tattoos." "Aw, so sweet. You still don't get what losing a bet means." She drawled again and laughed at me. "For such a genius you have a problem with simple stuff. No worries, it will be a really tiny one, not larger than a post stamp and it won't be at a visible place." When I didn't say anything and just shifted awkwardly in my seat she added. "Besides, I'm just a bimbo, right? Why are you so nervous you'd lose then?" "Fine." I sighed and waved a hand in dismissal. "Whatever. There are a few months left until then so I suggest you get your ass in gear." "But of course, sir." With these words Sage got up, picked her stuff up and put them in the backpack, looking down at her hands. I noticed her shoulders were shaking and just as I was about to ask if everything was fine she asked in an ice cold voice. "Can I use your bathroom before I leave or is it reserved only for privileged people?" "Downstairs to your left," I said, avoiding her gaze as well. About five minutes later I descended down the stairs to check if she was gone. When I passed by the bathroom door something attracted my attention. Maybe these were just hallucinations but I swore I could hear very soft, muffled sobs, like someone crying in a towel. "Sage?" I knocked on the door. My heart was beating way too fast and I sucked in a breath, feeling the rough punch of guilt. She was out of line today but so was I. "Sage, are you okay?" "I'll be out in a minute."
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It took her a little more than that. Then she walked out and left my house without saying one more word. Her face was with freshly applied makeup but her eyes were much redder than they were when she arrived earlier.
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I wrapped my hand around Sage's soft vulnerable throat while she was sucking in the precious oxygen. She was breathing hard and blinking in confusion. Her porcelain white skin was slowly gaining bright pink, in contrast with the reddening of her roughened, bruised nipples. The woman under me was in shock, her heart was beating like crazy and the vein of her neck under my fingers was throbbing with the rush of adrenalin. My hand, buried between her lean thighs, was getting soaked the more I teased her labia. Each time I ran my fingernail against her tiny, sensitive nub of nerves she was gasping out loud, whispering my name, squeezing her hands painfully hard. "Paul, I..." "Did I allow you to speak, brat? Stay right where you are and don't move an inch." She was so primed and ready for my cock I couldn't help an evil grin. I slapped her breast again with one sharp movement of my fingers, rubbed the bruised spot and pinched her nipple again, for good measure. "You are in for a very long night, Sage. I'd suggest that you do as you are told
good measure. in for a very longTHE night,PHOENIX Sage. I'd suggest thatSUMMER you do as you Lilah"You E. /are THE BRAT WITH TATTOO: / 52 are told because bad girls are not allowed to cum." I pulled away from the chair and picked up my heavy briefcase, never losing her out of my sight. As horny as she was Sage had proved to be unpredictable enough. Last time we were together in a similar situation I lost because I was a cocky kid who thought he knew too much. I wouldn't make the mistake of underestimating that minx again. At that moment she was panting and her hands were twitching as if it was a torture for her not to touch herself. While I was opening my invaluable toolbox I took the sweet pleasure of imagining that Finley guy coming to work and finding Sage on her chair, bound, horny and desperate. The smile froze on my face as I thought of what would happen next. I hadn't really planned the moment after. Anyway. I had her right where I wanted her right then. I'd worry about everything else later. "Is this really happening?" She moaned out and clenched her delicate hands in fists. I smirked at her and didn't dignify her with an answer. The briefcase's lock clicked and I ran my hand over all the tools I'd use on her. The leather of the belted straps brushed against my open palm as I tested its sturdiness, more for show and for Sage to see what she'd go through. I would never risk starting a scene if my equipment wasn't tested. The restraints I'd use on Sage were brand new but I had no doubt of their quality. They were custom made by a man who's been crafting leather devices for more than twenty years. He has been a Dom himself for just as long and guaranteed there was no way for them to fail, no matter how much the little rebellious sub would struggle, fight and try to tear herself off, tortured by sensation play. I smiled wickedly at Sage as I returned to her chair and ran the steel of the buckle against her wet pussy. "W-what are you going to do?" She stared at the leather hanging from my fingers and squeezed her legs with an expression of discomfort. I chuckled and slapped her pussy hard with an open palm and well-measured strength. It was an effective blow even through her thong and she groaned out in pain and pleasure. "You've always been such a merciless tease," I stated and ran the cold steel of the buckle over her nipples that were still burning with the pain. She bared her teeth and looked at me with
over her nipples that were still burning with the pain. She bared her teeth and looked at me with Lilah E. / THE BRAT WITH THE PHOENIX TATTOO: SUMMER / 53 anxiety and lust as I continued rubbing her pulsing, sensitive flesh, using the belt wedge on the nipple tip. "Any bad girl deserves a taste of her own poison at least once. No more talking." Having said that I grabbed her slender wrist and pinned it against the armrest of the tattoo chair. I felt the goose prickles all over her skin and how badly Sage was trembling. The fear was clear to smell, just like how horny she was at that moment as if the two went hand in hand. Her breathing was getting faster and she'd swallow painfully while digging her feet in the chair. And still Sage didn't try to cry for help, scream or escape as I've been busy with the briefcase. I wrapped the leather strap around the arm rest and fastened the buckle on top of it, making sure she had no room for movement. She clenched and unclenched her hands in a panicked way as I repeated the slow, torturous process on her other wrist. "Paul, I'm not sure..." "Oh, Sage, it is really cute you think that would make any difference," I grinned and ran my hands down her long arms, enjoying their shape and texture, as well as the perfect contrast between the firm leather and her helpless, quivering limbs. "You are not going anywhere but I bet you love that, don't you?" Before she could formulate a coherent reply I leaned forward and kissed her again. This time, I was tender and passionate, almost romantic. I licked her wounded bottom lip, sucked the blood with the frenzy of a vampire or an addict getting his fix and slid my tongue into her open mouth. Sage may not have been sure whether she wanted to me to tie her but she had no problem kissing me back. She responded and moaned in my mouth trying to bite me, fighting for her control. I reached out and caressed her cheek, stroking her jaw in a loving manner. Then my fingers kept their way down, brushing her bruised neck and nipples until they stopped on the basis of her thighs. I kept kissing her, unable to get enough of how good she tasted, how delicious her lips were. How adorable she was when fighting my tongue, trying to gain some illusion of control. Sage didn't see it coming when I pushed my hand in her thong and cupped her mound, not breaking our kiss. The reverberation of her increasing groans in my mouth sent shivers down my spine and made me grow even harder against my tight pants. I pushed just the tip of my fingers inside her moist folds, as I rubbed her clit with a thumb. Sage cried out in my mouth, and
fingers inside her moist folds, as I rubbed her clit with a thumb. Sage cried out in my mouth, and Lilah E. / THE BRAT WITH THE PHOENIX TATTOO: SUMMER / 54 writhed, arching her body and twisting it in a desperate attempt to free herself. When my fingers were soaked enough in her spicy love nectar I reached out with my available hand for the glass of water. I had left it on the table next to the chair where Sage kept her own equipment. The water has gotten warmer but it was still crisp enough for an impact on bare, aroused skin. Our lips were still tangled in a battle of rage and tenderness when I inclined the glass just enough to pour the icy liquid down her tits and keep the melting ice cubes inside. That was the moment I finally let go of her lips and Sage screamed at the top of her voice while the water streamed in rivulets from her aroused and painful tits to her pussy under the remaining clothes. Her entire body was heaving as Sage was trying hard to get up as if she could rip the leather apart. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" She growled and dragged her nails across the leather of her tattoo chair. "But that is just a foreplay, brat." I gave her my best innocent expression and picked up one of the ice cubes. Back then when I started playing with sensitive, submissive girls, ice seemed like too much Nine weeks and a half for my taste. Later, though, I grew to realize what amazing opportunities there could be out of something as simple as frozen water. I chuckled at her indignation and rubbed the melting but still solid little block directly on her nipple. Sage hissed as the pain spread through her already aching skin and raised her hips, maybe in the hope she could somehow release herself, or to urge me to give her more. My own fingers were growing numb because of the contact with the ice but I kept sliding it down her breasts while the melting water was running all over her aroused skin. "You want some more, pet? We wouldn't want your little pussy to feel abandoned, especially when it is so needy." I raised her skirt and fingered her some more until tears started rolling down her cheeks out of the intense, contradicting sensations. That girl's body was a real dream to work with. Sage was getting wet so easily, it would be so much fun to play her and manipulate her while she was angry or agitated, watching the resistance die as her body and lust betrayed her. Too bad I couldn't keep her. "Fuck you, Paul, you demented sadist!" I laughed at her while I picked up another piece of ice from the glass
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"Seriously, Sage? Is that the best you can come up with? You used to be so much better with the witty comebacks." She was about to bite back when I used my opposing thumbs to rub her inner labia and make her clit pop. Her eyes widened in horror as I ran my sharpest fingernail against the silver piercing. I should have known that minx would have a clitoral piercing. Sage shook her head and was about to cry out a protest when I placed the ice straight on her most sensitive part. Then I used the thong as an improvised strap to keep the slippery object on top of her soaked mound. It was an unstable one and the ice was slowly gliding down her swollen pussy lips, spreading the chilling sensation in her flesh. She was rolling her eyes, gasping, and crying, unable to handle so much impact. I wondered what her reaction would be once I started playing her really rough and got serious. Someone would have to clean the studio for days to get it rid off the fragrance of her cunt and her juices when I was really done with her. I let the ice do its work, placed two more little blocks on her nipples and let them melt while Sage was groaning. Her panting, heaving breasts made the blocks slip down all the time but I always kept them back on her tits, making her rock hard nipples grow even redder with the torture. Just as she was about to lose her mind or at least climax I pushed three well-soaked fingers in her mouth, giving her a chance to lick her own cunt. It was one of my favorite games to play with women, making them taste themselves, especially when they put it as a soft limit. The fight, confusion, and humiliation in Sage's eyes as she licked my fingers was absolutely priceless. I leaned forward to stare straight at them, enjoy all the madness and pain she was going through while the ice made her most sensitive spots go numb and teased screams of agony out of her lungs. The fact that Sage was sucking my fingers, licking them and twirling her tongue around their knuckles as if they were a cock just sweetened the pot. "See, little brat?" I was rubbing the melting cube against her nipple while finger fucking her throat and speaking to her in a low, seductive voice. "See how fucking wet I can make you? That is just a very tame foreplay and I bet you are desperate for me to fuck you." I grabbed her by the hair, letting the softened ice run down in rivulets to her belly. "Trust me, Sage, by the time the night is over you'll be bathing in your own juices and you'll be begging for mercy like a
time the night is over you'll be bathing in your own juices and you'll be begging for mercy like a Lilah E. / THE BRAT WITH THE PHOENIX TATTOO: SUMMER / 56 good slut." The anger in her eyes was growing brighter by the minute but her pussy didn't really care about the mind struggle Sage was going through. Her thong was already drenched with an ice cold water and secretions whose pungent scent couldn't be masked. I withdrew my fingers from her throat when I saw Sage was about to choke on me and left her coughing, clearing her throat, trying to get her breathing under control. "What the fuck, Paul, you can't..." I grabbed her by the chin and raised her wet face to look at me. It was difficult to say if she'd smother or fuck me if she was in a position to make demands. "Careful with the attitude, kitten. I see you love to scratch but if you want to cum tonight I'd suggest that you watch your tongue." She hissed again but quieted down still staring at me with fiery aggression as the heat of her body was defeating the ice. "You know what is funny, Sage?" I said as I started taking off her boots, undoing the buckles one by one, going as slow as possible on purpose. "You love showing yourself with all those sexy, slutty miniskirts and stockings, no bra. I bet you often walk around with no panties. But for all the time I've known you..." Sage was about to interrupt me I so slapped her breast again for good measure. She growled and blew a piece of her hair that had fallen on her face. "... I've never seen you fully naked. I think it is high time to fix that." I took one of the boots off and tossed it on the ground while Sage was trying to put herself under control. She was breathing hard, with her eyes closed. Oh no, sweetheart. You are not making any escapes today. "Open your eyes, Sage. You are staying with me and you'd live through whatever punishment I think of you." "Punishment? What the hell, Paul..." "Don't argue. I may be wrong but I think you crave punishment. Just look at you. So it may not be effective but it will be a very sweet revenge." I smirked at her and whispered. "Do you like that skirt, little one?" "What?" She frowned in confusion. "I was just curious." I shrugged as I undid the last intricate buckle. "Whether you love it
"I was just curious." I shrugged as I undid the last intricate buckle. "Whether you love it Lilah E. / THE BRAT WITH THE PHOENIX TATTOO: SUMMER / 57 or not it's the last time you'll wear it." After taking her second boot off I grabbed a pair of scissors from the briefcase and ran them down her thigh, over the fishnet stockings and against her wet thong. The despair was filling her eyes more and more but Sage was too much of a fighter. Too good I've been prepared for a battle. The sinister sound of the scissors clicking in the quiet room interrupted only by the low buzz of the air conditioning. I started with the front of her denim skirt and sliced the cloth in two without much effort. I would use those scissors to destroy much finer and delicate fabrics but they were rough and sturdy enough to shear pretty much anything. Their steel blades always made my subs scream as the tip pressed against their horny bodies. I adored some good knife play. The useless skirt fell down so I pulled it out beneath Sage's firm ass, throwing it on the floor. She was left in nothing but her stockings and thong, shaking, with visible knots in her forearms as she uselessly tried to push her boundaries. The moment I pressed the lower blade to her stomach and slid it under the thong, brushing her skin with the razor sharp tool, Sage cried in genuine horror, with no lust at all. "Paul, please, just don't mutilate me, I haven't done anything to you that..." "Shh." I soothed her worries by rubbing her clit with circular movements through the fabric. "Why would I mutilate such a perfect fuck toy? It would be a total waste of your potential. I told you, all I'd do to you is give you the exact taste of your poison, brat." She looked so pitiful in that moment, with tears and mascara running down her cheeks I felt a rush of sympathy. I reached out to caress her face and whispered with deceptive tenderness. "If you are a good girl and don't talk back you might even have the fucking of your life." I ruined her tiny, flimsy thong with just one cut of the scissors. It exposed her luscious pussy that had grown even more swollen and ripe, especially after I rubbed the blades against her silky folds. Her beautiful feet weren't covered by the boots so I could I see she had her toes curled so hard they probably hurt. She licked her lips and shivered each time the sharp edge of the blade was running past her engorged clit and made contact with the barbell of her piercing. "Did you get wet when you had that done?" I pulled the silver jewelry and she cried again as the pain rushed through her body. The nub of aroused flesh went red as I kept tugging
again as the pain rushed through her body. The nub of aroused flesh went red as I kept tugging Lilah E. / THE BRAT WITH THE PHOENIX TATTOO: SUMMER / 58 and testing its elasticity. Sage's eyes were rolling so hard for a short instant I was afraid she was going to faint. I was shredding her stockings while playing with her clit, spanking it with an open palm or just my fingers. The juices were getting richer and creamier the more I was abusing and teasing her but it wasn't even close to giving her the climax she craved. "Did you get horny and beg the one who pierced your clit to fuck you, little slut?" "It was a woman... and no... damn it, Paul, why are you torturing me? If you want to fuck me..." I laughed at her and gathered the already useless rags of the stockings and thong. Having Sage fully naked and tied with leather straps to her chair was one of the greatest triumphs in my life. "Who says that I want to fuck you, Sage? Maybe all I want is to make you stay here for hours before I leave you for Finley to find you. I can even give him a call so he'd come earlier and release you, what do you think?" "You won't do that!" She hissed and stared at me with wide open eyes. "You are not that low..." "Are you sure you know me at all, brat?" Whatever sassy retort was coming my way it never reached its destination. I thrust one finger in her well soaked and ready slit and quickly found her G-spot. No matter how dripping she was her cunt was still way too tight and it took me some time until I opened her up. Finally she adjusted her walls to me and I pushed two more fingers inside. Her screams echoed through the room and she looked like a demon was exorcised out of her body, especially as I added my fingernail to her clit. Sage was groaning my name and crying, unable to handle so much stimulation. "That is how you were born to be, pet. Naked all the time, in bondage, entirely at my mercy." I whispered against the metal that was piercing her clit. Her skin has been goose prickled before that but now the vibration of my quiet voice made her entire body sing. She had no choice, no way to escape but surrender to all I could do to her. It was probably not happening very often in her life. Just a minute of rough and intensive fingering and soft humming against her pussy was nearly enough to make her fall to pieces. Sage was sobbing and cursing me while I kindled the heat and added my fourth finger inside her.
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"You'll tear me apart, Paul, I have never been fisted before..." "Who says anything about fisting, Sage? You assume too much." I laughed at her and groaned myself as her pussy closed its velvet walls around my knuckles. Toying with that tease and pushing her limits was the most fun I've ever had but I was so hard I'd explode if I didn't use her mouth, pussy, or ass anytime soon. She was soaking the leather of her chair but I was also covered in precum and knew I wouldn't last long with how sexy she was in her submission. I breathed out and pulled my fingers out of her pussy causing her to sob in agony and scream with hatred as the denial shattered her to the core. Now that her legs were uncovered I could finish restraining her. I picked up the other leather straps I had left laying on the floor and attached them to her shapely ankles, binding them to the chair. "Damn you, Paul, you sick son of a bitch!" She sank her teeth in her lips, choking on the tears, trying to save some dignity. But it was useless as Sage was fully coming undone, helpless and unable to do a thing about it. "Please..." "You are my slave now," I said with a detached, indifferent tone of voice while I was undoing my belt. She was so out of this world I bet she wouldn't notice any shift in my voice but it was crucial to stay in control. "You are my plaything but also a slave of your dirty pussy and horny mind. You are being such a slut right now that I bet you'd do anything to let me get you off, won't you? I can fuck your pretty face, suspend you, even flog your cunt and you will scream for it." Sage blinked her tears away and saw me stroking my cock for her. She didn't even flinch when I pressed it against her hip. Instead, my little victim pressed against it, slowly giving in to what we both knew her body and mind longed for. It was the perfect moment to bring her humiliation to the next level. "I'm not sure I want to fuck you, Sage," I said in a pretend pensive voice and moved so I could rub my fat cock head against her left breast, adding a touch of precum over the blushing nipples. "You may make an excellent toy, a pleasure pet to keep bound and gagged until I feel like fucking you. But..." She was too distracted by my voice and my stiff cock rubbing against her tits to pay attention to my other hand. When my juices soaked fingers opened up her anal hole it was too
attention to my other hand. When my juices soaked fingers opened up her anal hole it was too Lilah E. / THE BRAT WITH THE PHOENIX TATTOO: SUMMER / 60 late. Sage gasped as she felt me pushing my digits past her anal ring. Fuck, it was even tighter than her pussy but it was dry and I bet it was super uncomfortable for her. I raised my eyes to Sage. The blush on her cheeks and the way she turned her head to the right, averting her gaze were enough to tell me I had hit another sore spot. "What is going on, kitten?" I taunted her, slapped her cheek and turned her face so she'd not avoid me. I needed her shame, the stinging of her pride and discomfort just as much as I needed to fuck her and claim her as mine. Mine? No, no, that would be a huge mistake, this shouldn't go further than tonight. Never. The sudden panic was too mild to ruin my fun so I pushed the nagging voice and thrust my finger a bit deeper into her tight ass. That made her tighten it even more and moan in a very soft voice. "Paul, please." "Oh, come on, Sage, I'm really disappointed. All this time I thought you'd be this bad bitch who tried absolutely every kinky shit out there. You haven't even taken it through the backdoor?" I tutted and pressed her clitoral piercing harder, coaxing more screams. "No, damn it!" She glared at me and panted heavily while I stroked her two holes, searching for more weak spots. "I mean... oh, fuck it, how do you expect me to think when you finger me, you fucking..." "Aw, so we have an anal virgin here?" I interrupted her rant and slid my finger between her lips while I was tugging her bottom lip. "No..." She breathed out as I let go of her jaw and let my palm slide down her neck, to her tits. I kept extending her anal hole regardless of her pained expression. Or because of it. Sage could use some time out of her comfort zone. "Oh damn it, Paul, that is not a big deal, I'm just so horny... I tried it once, it sucked, I didn't feel like repeating. Happy?" She glared at me and shut her eyes again, which earned her another firm slap on the breast. "What a rookie mistake, Phoenix. Letting me know of your weakness and showing your sore spots. But how else could you avoid it?" I pulled my fingers out of her ass and spat all over them with a smile. "Your ass won't be spared tonight. But I think you need some preparation." Sage shivered as I spanked her thighs and what was visible of her ass cheeks. "Funny, I've
Sage shivered as I spanked her thighs and what was visible of her ass cheeks. "Funny, I've Lilah E. / THE BRAT WITH THE PHOENIX TATTOO: SUMMER / 61 always thought I'd get to spank you for being such a brat before I fuck your butt. Life is full of surprises, isn't it?" Luckily the chair has been reclined enough for both her holes to be visible and served well the next part of my plan. I leaned forward and dragged my tongue across her pussy lips, all the way to her clit. She tasted just as I imagined whenever I was jerking off in my lonely nights, with rich, pungent taste and exotic fragrance. Giving oral sex was one of my favorite things, especially when watching the woman's face, seeing her slowly lose her decorum, admiring the different changes in her expressions and sounds. The sounds they'd make would alter from quiet, gentle panting to loud yells of unleashed, painful passion. There was no such subtle and gradual transformation with Sage. The moment the tip of my tongue stroked her clit and nudged the barbell of her piercing she howled just like a wild beast, brought to the edge of her sensitivity. Whatever pride motivated her actions, she was now completely stripped from it. The madness of lust made her face look like that of a wild woman as she was begging me openly. "Paul, please, please, stop torturing me and eat me out, I need to cum. Please..." That was the sweetest music I've ever heard and in combination with the taste of her fantastic juices and pussy was enough to nearly knock me down. It would be so easy to give in to her pleas for release, to fully indulge myself in her sweetness and keep eating her out until the orgasms became painful. However, I couldn't be satisfied with just a little madness brought by the denial of her climax. I wanted to drive her insane. The sadist in me longed for her screams of pain, for a long exhausting scene after which she'd no longer remember her name. That was what I felt back then and that was what I'd deliver to Sage. I kissed her clit, took the silver clit piercing between my lips and looked up at her with determination, humming against her slick opening. Then I let go and left her to burst in tears while watching her face. "Paul, please, I never tortured you for so long, it's not fair..." "Life is not fair, pet." I tried to grin with as much wickedness as possible. I used more of her juices to finger her ass, something she hadn't even noticed in her extreme agony. "Don't get me wrong, I adore licking good girls' pussies." It was clear that her secretions, as profuse as they
me wrong, I adore licking good girls' pussies." It was clear that her secretions, as profuse as they Lilah E. / THE BRAT WITH THE PHOENIX TATTOO: SUMMER / 62 were would not be enough to open her ass so I could fuck her as I wanted to. I pulled out a large bottle of lube out of the briefcase and smirked at her horrified expression. "I love plunging my tongue deep inside a well lubricated, accepting cunt while I rub her clit." She narrowed her eyes and cursed at me as I was giving her that graphic description, without even touching her. I took my time squirting the lube on my palm and coating my fingers with the greasy substance. "I swear, Paul, as soon as you let me out you'll fucking pay for what you've been doing!" Sage was growling with a vengeance in her eyes while I ran my fingertips across her puckering asshole, much more receptive this time. Without paying any attention to her angry rant I shoved two digits up to their first knuckles in her ass. "Then, after I make sure they are wet enough I'd start fingering them. But don't get me wrong, I don't mean just any kind of fingering." She pursed her lips and swallowed while her tight anal tunnel was getting extended, closing around my fingers. I never stopped playing with her clit that was so enlarged and filled with blood at the moment it was a real miracle how my little angry pet hadn't cum yet. It was curious how long would Sage be able to last. The last layer of pride and arrogance would soon be taken off and I'd see her naked on the inside and outside. I bowed my head and licked her again breathing hot wave against her mound. "I'd also play a long, long time with their tight clefts and G-spots, Sage. Sometimes I'd get to nearly two hours of foreplay before I get my cock involved. They are never allowed to cum without permission. If they break my rule... well, have you ever orgasmed so hard and so many times until your pussy hurt?" I slapped her clit and with one sudden, rigorous thrust I fitted my two fingers inside her ass. She was crying with humiliation but her body spoke better. As I started withdrawing my fingers from her tight, taboo hole she squeezed her butt muscles so tight around them, as if trying to keep me inside her forever. At this point, it was difficult to see what made her wetter but the groans of lust spoke clearly of her pleasure. "Sometimes I even made them pass out with too much stimulation. That's what they deserve, after all, for being such horny sluts. They want to cum? They'd cum until I say they can stop. Who knows, maybe if you are a good girl you'd get to feel it yourself." "Paul, fuck it, what..."
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"You know what, Sage? You talk way too much and that distracts you, pet." The inspiration struck me out of the blue. There was a ball gag among my accoutrement but the sudden idea was a hell of a lot more degrading. I picked up the rags of her thong and stocking, rubbed them nice and well against her cunt so they'd soak as much of it. Sage didn't have the time to react before I pushed the balled and wet fabric in her mouth. I reached out for the briefcase on the floor and grabbed another short leather strap to make sure she wouldn't spit her improvised gag out. It could serve as an improvised collar as well. After making sure her screams were muffled I ran my fingers down her cheek and whispered to her in an affectionate tone of voice. "Much better, little kitten. How are you going to bite now?" I laughed and used two fingers to slap her face very lightly. "Your ass hasn't been properly used for ages, Sage, it is high time that we give you the training you need." I never thought I'd live to see the day when Sage Phoenix would get intimidated by anything. However, her reddened, makeup stained face turned pale the moment her terrified eyes fell upon a toy I liked to call an "anal destroyer". She shook her head and moved aggressively in the restraints, squeezing her butt cheeks in hope that would save her. One stinging spanking movement against her cheeks made her completely give up on these ideas. The nearly four inches width of the smooth toy I'd use to train her wasn't the best for someone not used to anal sex but she was a strong girl. I had no intention of being too gentle about it. She moaned her muffled protest and shook her head once again. "Oh, come on, you'd love it by the end of the night." I taunted her. Later I'd feel guilty for ignoring her obvious lack of consent. In that instant, the heat of lust and giving it back to her, taking all I've wanted, was too much for me to give a damn. I poured a very generous dose of lube all over her asshole, nearly the whole bottle. Just because I didn't want to be gentle it didn't justify making it worse than it needed to be. Her helplessness and the betrayal of her body would be much more arousing than the blatant discomfort. After a lot of struggling Sage obviously accepted her forbidden hole would be open and decided to make it easier for her. She raised her ass and presented it for me, probably the first sign of voluntary submission during that insane, lust filled summer night.
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"Now, that's a good girl. See? Was it so difficult? Now you'll get your prize." I picked up the butt plug and placed its tip against her slippery, greasy hole and started working her hole with the tip. Sage blinked some tears away and rested her head against the chair as if trying to calm down enough to let the huge device in. It took me ages of slow sliding and opening until finally the head slipped inside her. When the shaft of the butt plug slowly made its way past the star of her ass I caressed her thigh. She was slowly opening up but it wouldn't be enough. After some reluctance, I inclined to kiss her pierced clit and lick her folds. As much as I loved eating pussy I was seriously afraid she'd be too addictive, her taste too sweet and I'd lose myself in pleasuring her. Tonight was not about her. It was about me. Relaxing her was a means to an end, though. Sure, sure, keep on repeating that to yourself. I shoved the annoying sassy voice in my head aside and sucked on her labia in my mouth, drinking straight from her perfect cunt. The cries of a woman who was finally getting some were difficult to deafen even under the gag and leather keeping her silent. My teeth ran over the barbell, bit it and yanked it back before my tongue slid deep inside her honey pot. I was watching her expression the whole time while hungrily devouring her essence and flicking my tongue against the soft texture of her pussy walls. The neck of the butt plug was extending her but the lube and my mouth covering her tight opening must have eased the process. She was so soft, wet and receptive once her body would stop fighting the inevitable. Her taste was something I could easily get used to. No matter how relaxed she was Sage was not that trained so the pressure of such a large, uncomfortable object proved to be too much at one point. I heard her scream and saw she started crying again. Her eyes were lost in confusion and for a moment I felt strongly tempted to cut it all and just make her cum. My heart and brain began their protest but lust proved to be stronger so I kept kissing her clit, licking her from the ass crack to the top of her mound and breathing soft air on it. Finally, I pushed my fingers inside her again and sealed the deal by pressing my nails against her G-spot. She did look like she'd pass out anytime soon but in that moment the huge butt plug finally fitted inside her, stretching her, keeping her open for me. Sage's holes would be well prepared for me but was I supposed to fully take her? Wouldn't that defy my purpose? Either way, I was in a desperate need of relief as my balls hurt
Wouldn't that defy my purpose? Either way, I was in a desperate need of relief as my balls hurt Lilah E. / THE BRAT WITH THE PHOENIX TATTOO: SUMMER / 65 like hell, after the intense build up. I rose to my feet, lowered her chair even further until her head was at the level of my crotch. I fisted my cock and pressed the tip against her cheek while staring at her, affirming my domination over her weakened, needy body. If only there was some way to battle against my needs, prolong this moment so I'd truly savor the feeling of triumph, the knowledge I was on the edge of winning. There was no time, though. I pulled the leather strap and the rags of Sage's destroyed clothes fell out of her mouth. She breathed in the air but didn't have enough time to catch a break. I grabbed her by the luscious looks and shoved the tip of my hard penis between her open lips. "Now you will suck me and you won't stop until you make me cum. You'll swallow everything." I expected she'd put up a fight and try to escape my grasp. However, Sage took on the task with enthusiasm, passion and amazing attention to detail when she sucked on my fat tip, covering it in saliva. My fingers stayed in her hair, caressing it as she worked her magic and bobbed her head up and down, smearing her pretty lips with precum. "That's a very good girl." I tossed my head back and moaned, gyrating my hips so Sage would suck more of my shaft. The instinct urged me to fuck her throat without regards for her pleasure but she was too damned good with her mouth and I wanted to let her do all her tricks. "You know, from the moment I met you I somehow knew your mouth would feel awesome. I was wrong." When she blinked and licked my underside I grinned at her and growled, grasping her hair in a more aggressive way. "It's fucking out of this world. Keep sucking, pet."
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VI
THEN
I never thought I'd hold a girl in my arms and her touch would feel as soft as silk and as painful as falling in a bush of stinging nettle. That was a pretty accurate way to describe my feelings while I held Sage Phoenix as we were dancing during our high school prom. The few friends I had from Math club were still in their junior and sophomore years so they were crazy jealous of me for graduating. Now they practically hated me for attending that stupid event, who knows why. I guess it seemed glamorous. They also couldn't believe how I landed such a hot girl and even got her to be my prom date. Clearly her reputation wasn't a problem for them. If they only knew the truth and that this was the most horrific night of my life. I looked down at Sage whose soft body was pressed against mine and whose fragrant hair was nearly in my face. She was really beautiful tonight. When I left home earlier my body was chilled with horror. It took me some time of doing
When I left home my body was THE chilled with horror. It took meSUMMER some time/ of Lilah E. /earlier THE BRAT WITH PHOENIX TATTOO: 67 doing breathing exercises to calm down enough and just live through the night. I expected the mocking looks as I showed up with Sage on my arm. Who knew what a slutty uniform she had chosen to wear, thinking it would pass the prom rules and regulations. If they didn't let us in because of her clothes or makeup at least I'd be spared from having to attend the prom. Still, the thought of the potential humiliation and the wasted money on tickets drove me wild. I wasn't in the mood to be kicked out and I was sure the school committee wouldn't refund me. We had agreed to meet in front of the school building since Sage didn't want me to pick her up from home. That was fine by me, the less time we spent together the better it would have been for my sanity. It was still difficult to wrap my mind around the fact she passed her final in Math with flying colors. I suspected she may have made sweet eyes at some of the school nerds or even slept with a teacher, just to win the bet and put me in my place. I asked around in desperate hope I'd expose her as a fraud. But nobody confirmed Sage had bought her test results or that she had been playing unfairly. Nevertheless, there was nothing she could do to force me to keep my end of the deal and carry on with her insane plan. However, I had given a word and didn't want to make a habit of breaking it. Besides, it would be just one night. I'd probably never see her once summer was over. That thought was supposed to make me feel better. After all, that nuisance and mess of a girl would be soon out of my way. So why was I getting knots in my stomach at the thought of saying goodbye for good to Sage Phoenix? Anger and frustration were coursing through my blood. The helplessness and my own confused emotions were driving me crazy as if I were some hormonal girl. Sage hadn't even touched me but she had completely ruined me. When I saw her, though, any kind of irritation disappeared from my foggy brain. I had to blink a few times to make sure I wasn't mistaking the girl. The silver flowing dress with spaghetti straps she had picked was simple, elegant and it looked stunning on her tall and slender body. There was a sheer shawl draped over her shoulders shimmering in the early evening. She had gathered her raven hair in a bun, with some white, artificial flowers scattered in it. Only a few pieces of hair were out of the bun and cascading down her shoulders. Her makeup was very light, at least very light in comparison with what she usually had on her face. I had no idea what
light, at least very light in comparison with what she usually had on her face. I had no idea what Lilah E. / THE BRAT WITH THE PHOENIX TATTOO: SUMMER / 68 she had used but it made her features glow as if covered in stardust. Given how much she loved showing her legs I was shocked she had chosen a floor length dress that showed only her high heel shoes in matching color. In that instant, when I meet her shining eyes I had grown to love, I felt absolutely lost. Sage looked more like a forest nymph or other magical creature rather than the school slut and bad girl I had learned to despise. Why wasn't she dressing like this more often? Ever since we met I've been insanely attracted to her; she affected both my loins and brain. She was pushing me into an uncharted territory with her raw animal magnetism and flirty behavior, waking up visceral images of sexual domination in my mind. But tonight she figuratively knocked me down on my knees with her quiet, ethereal presence. Just how many masks did that girl have? Finally after a long staring contest Sage rolled her eyes and approached me with a decisive step while clutching her purse. "Have you seen a ghost or something?" She teased me while playing with the edges of her shawl. "I..." It was one of those rare moments in my life when I was rendered speechless and could only stare ahead of me at her pretty face. My defenses were melting so fast it made my head spin. "You look really pretty." I felt like kicking myself the moment those words escaped my lips. God, what a dork I was. Sage frowned and took a step back with an expression of total confusion. Then she smirked and uttered with her usual confidence. "Please, say something less suspicious, you are beginning to freak me out." These sassy words were supposed to break the spell Sage put me under but I still couldn't come around. She struck me so hard it was difficult to recover. Perhaps it was shallow of me but now I wanted her even more. How would I dance with her and keep my body under control? My eyes slid down her dress, admiring the way it hugged her figure and enhanced the grace of her movements. "So, how can you afford a dress for the prom?" The remark had slipped from my mouth before I could stop. When she didn't say a word in response I kept stuttering like an idiot in hope to dig
I could stop. When she didn't say a word in response I kept stuttering like an idiot in hope to dig Lilah E. / THE BRAT WITH THE PHOENIX TATTOO: SUMMER / 69 myself out of the hole. "I... well, I know your mother works three jobs and you still can't make ends meet so..." She laughed out, totally unfazed by my less than delicate remark and reached out to grab me under the arm. "That's more like Paul Skyler I know and love. Totally rude and politically incorrect." I felt how my cheeks heated and that annoyed the hell out of me. Why the hell was I blushing like some damned girl? However, Sage was having the time of her life with my discomfort. "I'm pretty sure you don't give two fucks about my dress..." She chuckled and led me inside the school building. I guess I should have been more embarrassed for letting her do the leading but there was a limit to how I could handle complicated emotions. Sage turned to me with an evil smile. "You asked for it so I'll give you all the gory details. I got it for a ridiculous price at a thrift store. Probably some rich bitch has worn it once or twice and decided she was bored with it. All it needed was some improvements..." I could no longer hear what she was saying while explaining what she did to make herself the perfect fairy tale dress. I could only focus on the movement of her mouth, painted in a light pink lipstick that I longed to destroy after pinning her against some wall and crushing my lips against hers. The rest of the universe, all its sounds and images faded in the background and all that remained was Sage Phoenix, the perfume of her skin, the fire in her eyes and the softness of her body that was so close and so painfully out of reach. I was entranced... and yet I knew I could never have her. I repeated to myself how much I hated her. I tried to recall all those times she had irritated the hell out of me but I couldn't find anything in my memory. Past and future had faded into obscurity, all that was left was that moment and our slow, seductive dance. The more time I spent with the girl in my arms the fewer arguments I found for why we couldn't share at least one night together before life pushed us in different directions. The evening passed in a blur. I didn't notice absolutely anything. Later I wouldn't be able to recall what the prom decoration was, what songs they were playing, who was there and whether I drank or ate anything. It's been a surreal experience as if we were really moving through a dream. Some sentimental part of me wished that this dance would never have to end. My arms were meant to be wrapped around her waist while I was inclining to the nape of her neck and
were meant to be wrapped around her waist while I was inclining to the nape of her neck and Lilah E. / THE BRAT WITH THE PHOENIX TATTOO: SUMMER / 70 her elegant shoulder. Sage wasn't trying to rub herself against me in an inappropriate way. She was just enjoying the dance and every now and then she'd stroke my fingers in an almost affectionate way. It was beautiful, in a way, what transpired between us that evening on the dance floor. But it was also the most painful experience because the other, primal part of me wanted to throw her on the ground, tear her dress off her and just fuck her raw. Something was telling me she'd enjoy it just as much as I would. As I looked down at her face up close my eyes fell on her amazing lips once again. Would it be so awful if I kissed her at least once and savored her taste; if I stole myself a piece of the forbidden fruit? Her eyes were unreadable in that instant. I remembered all I had told her about how everything in the world and our life could be calculated with precision. Yet I couldn't figure out that girl's thoughts or feelings to save my life and I was unable to look beneath the many facets of her personality. Probably in the next instant, I'd give in to that strange sensation, half romantic, half sexual, lean forward and kiss her. However, Sage chose that moment to bring her face close to my ear and whisper softly. "I think it's time for us to go." That simple sentence brought me down with a sudden crash. I sucked in a breath and stroke her waist, preparing for part two of the torture. The magic of our dance had been so powerful I had completely forgotten what she got in mind for me. "Yes." I was surprised at how cold my voice sounded, given that on the inside I felt warm, melting and that my body was on fire. "Let's just get it over with, I want us to be done as soon as possible." I gripped her waist for a moment and let her go with effort, feeling a physical pain from the separation when Sage moved away from me. She didn't show it in any way even if my words had hurt her feelings. She only smiled in a sweet way and said with a smirk. "Don't worry, it will be over in a minute." If only. I gave her my arm but she just shook her head and walked ahead of me after giving me a sign with her finger to follow her. I stared at her ass for a moment and the way the dress
me a sign with her finger to follow her. I stared at her ass for a moment and the way the dress Lilah E. / THE BRAT WITH THE PHOENIX TATTOO: SUMMER / 71 was flowing down her hips. Then I shook my head and caught up with her as we were making our way out through the dancing couples. "Listen, um... you probably have some place in mind. But do you mind if we did it in my house? I'd be much more comfortable there. Please." She looked at me and smiled again, raising one curious eyebrow. We were walking slowly to her locker where Sage kept her tattoo gear. "Fine by me, Paul, even better than the place I thought of. But what about your parents?" I stared at my feet as we approached the locker and muttered under my breath. "Well, they are out of town for the entire weekend. We'd be all alone." Her shameless laughter echoed throughout the empty hallway. It sounded eerie at the background of the distant music from the prom. "You devil." She shook her head while entering her padlock's combination. "You thought you'd make the perfect seduction, huh?" "Don't flatter yourself, Sage." I hissed and clenched my fists, with my eyes still fixed on a spot on the floor. "Paul?" Sage asked in a deep voice after picking up a small toolbox from inside the locker. When I didn't answer she continued. "Has anyone ever told you that you were ridiculously easy to tease? Anyway, how comes that you have the house all to yourself? Coincidence?" "Well..." I stepped from foot to foot, wondering how to answer as casually as possible without showing my anxiety. "My mom was thrilled I was going to the prom, after all, and when I also told them I may bring a date home... they practically took the decision to clear out and give me home field advantage themselves. I didn't even have to ask." "Oh my God." Sage laughed, closed the locker door and picked the toolbox from the floor. In a sudden rush of chivalry, I took it from her hand with an awkward smile. She didn't protest and question my sudden gesture. "You really have those poor people wrapped around your finger, don't you? They must be going out of their way to please their genius kid." I shrugged and ran my fingers through my hair, scratching my scalp as I thought over what to say. "Genius is strongly exaggerated," I added with strange humility that I have never expressed before. "As for my parents... they are good people but very narrow-minded."
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"Seriously, all this time I thought you were being a jerk only to me." She sighed with irritation as we got to the school parking lot where my car was. "But you are clearly like that with everyone, including your family." "Hey, it's true!" I picked up the car keys from my pocket and raised my hands in defense. "I told you, I love them, they are good people but at times their ideas of the world are ridiculous." Sage leaned against my car and looked at me questioningly while I was placing her tattoo gear at the back seat. "They think that just because I never had a girlfriend... well, at least an official girlfriend that I brought home or on dates... or because I didn't show any interest in a girl... that troubles them. I overheard my mother talking to her friends as they gathered for coffee one day. She was seriously worried I may be homosexual." "Are you?" Sage asked me with feigned innocence while draping the shawl over her shoulders. "Oh geez, you too?" I rolled my eyes in exasperation. "Well, I've never seen you checking out any girls or show you are a normal red blooded man. Maybe there was a reason for that." She winked at me, still not getting in the car. "Sorry to disappoint you, Phoenix. If you were paying such a close attention you would have noticed I wasn't checking out boys either." As if it was possible to notice anyone else when she was around. Not that she'd ever be given the pleasure of learning my true feelings. I cleared my throat and opened the door at the driver's seat. "But even if I were gay, so what? There are worse tragedies... if that counts as a tragedy at all." "I couldn't agree more, Paul. Though you know, the night is still young, I can help decrease your parents' worries." "Forget it, Sage, I told you I wasn't interested. We go home, you give me that tattoo and then I'll drive you back, to your place, okay? Now get in the car." Her eyes widened at the last barking order and for a moment she gasped but then she quickly came around, back to her playful mode. "Can I drive? Please, pretty please!" She fluttered her silver eyelashes and gave me her best cute expression. I sighed, reached out and grabbed her by the wrist, sizing her up with what I hoped was a
I sighed, reached out and grabbed her by the wrist, sizing her up with what I hoped was a Lilah E. / THE BRAT WITH THE PHOENIX TATTOO: SUMMER / 73 heavy, intimidating glare. "Sage." I put an accent on her name and said in a quiet, firm voice. "Get. In. The. Car." "I stand corrected." Sage giggled, opened the door and hurried up to take the seat next to me. Her dress brushed against my knee while she was adjusting the seat belt. "I honestly don't believe anyone can ever correct you," I mumbled while I was making sure the doors were closed. "No, no... I take my words back from that first time we met in the library." She tilted her head and uttered in a low, husky voice, some over the top temptress impersonation. "Don't get me wrong, Paul, I still think you are an asshole. But you don't look cute when you are angry, you look smoking hot." "Brat." I rolled my eyes with a slight smile and started the car. "No, I mean it." It was one of the rare occasions when she sounded serious. "You look very handsome tonight and you are a better dancer than I expected. I... thank you for coming with me, I had a real nice time." She uttered the last words in a shy, timid voice while staring at the passing landscape. I wished I could tell her I had fun as well, that she was the only girl I've ever desired in spite of her flaws and quirks. I wished I'd just pull over somewhere so I could kiss her as I longed to. But these words were stuck at the back of my throat and I couldn't bring myself to say them out loud. Instead, I responded to her sincerity with my well worked out icy voice. "That wasn't a date, Sage, and you know it very well. You practically blackmailed me into coming with you. It's just a bet." "Still... Thank you." Her sweet, non-demanding reply and the fact she was staring out the window made me feel even worse. She was being so candid in that moment, without any of the usual facades, without any sass or even a mild attempt at flirtation. In response not only have I been a jerk, I was also a hypocritical jerk. The rest of the trip to my house went in an uncomfortable silence. She was gazing out the window and I was too busy watching the road and trying to arrange my thoughts. Her lifted spirits from earlier were gone, that was a sure thing. When I parked the car in front of my house she turned her face to me. Even if Sage had been sad before that instant it didn't show in her hardened expression. I reached out to help her with the toolbox but she pushed my hand away.
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"Let's get this over with, shall we?" Her voice was flirty but it lacked the previous warmth. I nodded and we slowly made our way upstairs. We didn't bother to turn the lights on and there was some eerie intimacy in taking her to my room in the darkness. It was so easy to pretend we were other people when I couldn't make out her face and all I could feel were her strong presence, scent, and quiet breathing. The moment we entered my spacious room Sage placed the toolbox with her equipment on the bedside table and turned to me. "Take off all your clothes." I blinked in bewilderment. "I... what?" I took a step back and pushed my hands deep into the pocket of my suit jacket. "Sage, I don't know..." "I plan to tattoo a very small phoenix on your lower abdomen, really low. A sort of signature." She smiled coldly and crossed her arms before her chest while checking me out. "I don't want any clothes getting in the way." "I... is that even a legit tattoo practice?" I felt the redness creep up my neck and breathed out. My cock has been semi-erect the whole evening just from being close to her. There was no doubt what undressing for Sage would do to me. I couldn't live with such a shame and humiliation. "You said it yourself, Paul." She shrugged and removed the shawl from her shoulders, tossing it on a nearby chair. "I blackmailed you. So do as I say because, if you remember, I won our bet fair and square. Be a man and keep your end of the deal. Or what? You have some pathetic small cock and you are afraid I'd make fun of you?" That was probably the first time in my life I was pressed in the corner, knocked down several pegs by the most unexpected rival. There was nothing I could say to her and no way to make it out of the situation without looking like a coward. I swallowed again and looked down, knowing that no matter what happened from this point on she had won. I avoided her eyes while I was taking my suit jacket and dress shirt off. At least when it came to physique I had nothing to be ashamed of. My body was far from that of an athletic god but I had strong, lean legs and arms and well-developed chest. School work and mental development were my top priorities but I was also an active runner and swimmer. In that moment while I was disrobing in front of Sage I was grateful in spending enough time on physical exercises and
disrobing in front of Sage I was grateful in spending enough time on physical exercises and Lilah E. / THE BRAT WITH THE PHOENIX TATTOO: SUMMER / 75 keeping up in good shape. Not that she showed in any way if she was impressed. She stood there staring at me with an unreadable expression and her arms still crossed, watching me like an object. After I kicked off my shoes and suit pants I felt the rush of sudden, virginal shyness. No other woman in my adult life had seen me fully naked and that increased the sense of vulnerability growing at the pit of my stomach. I ran my hand over the bulge in my boxers, hesitating before I pulled them down. It would be different if Sage was also taking her clothes off; it would put us on equal foot. The fact that I was nearly in my birthday suit while she remained in her gorgeous dress, almost regal and authoritative, kicked the power play to a whole new level. "Please, do I have to..." I sounded pathetic with my low, whimpering voice and the redness heating my entire face. It was impossible to see myself but I felt it so intensely as if my skin was burned. "Paul, I don't have the entire night." She cut me off and knelt next to the bedside table to prepare her equipment. "I want you fully naked." I bit my tongue and breathed in, trying to find courage in that utter humiliation. By that time I was already hard and the head of my cock was oozing heavy precum down the shaft. It was supposed to be the most erotic and sensual moment in my life. Instead, I was choked with shame, pride, and fear and I could no longer deny my lust for her. After what seemed like an eternity I pulled my boxers down, letting my erect member spring out. I shut my eyes and kicked the useless underwear aside. Sage reacted in such a chill way at the sight of my fat shaft and purple head as if she was seeing men getting hard for her every day. She was as cold and clinical as a nurse with long years of experience. What was happening with me? I always had such a perfect control over my emotions, why couldn't I shut myself off right now? "Good." She said and nodded in the direction of the bed. "Lie down and try to relax. I'll be as quick as possible." Sage had already set up her tattoo machine while I was fumbling with my clothes. I didn't want to relax. I wanted to go to her, take the machine out of her hand and turn it off. Then I'd kiss her with as much tenderness as possible and beg her to spare me that agony, to forget about our stupid bet. We could have one beautiful first and last time together, to get to
forget about our stupid bet. We could have one beautiful first and last time together, to get to Lilah E. / THE BRAT WITH THE PHOENIX TATTOO: SUMMER / 76 know our bodies, to share our passion. I didn't need ink to know that strange girl had left her mark on my lifeline. Instead, I just followed her orders and went to the bed with shaking legs and throbbing cock. My eyes were getting moist with excitement, grief, and horror. Sage didn't change her expression the whole time as she positioned herself on her knees, next to the table where her ink was. Even if kneeling implied submission there was no doubt who was the one holding the power at that moment. "Shh..." She whispered when she saw me shivering and how one tear ran down my cheek. "It doesn't hurt as bad as they say." Sage allowed herself one tiny, sarcastic smile before she switched to her serious mode and drew the first line down my skin. A moan escaped my chest and I grabbed the sheets beneath me with clenched fists while Sage was doing her magic. The world was blurred before my eyes, filled with tears that were getting as profuse as the thick precum coating my hardening shaft. I thought I'd explode as I finally blinked them away and looked at the girl I longed for use me as a canvas, fully focused on leaving her signature. Sage had her lips partly open and frowned in concentration while she moved her needle down my stomach. I looked down at her and saw her breasts heaving under the dress. Was that arousing to her at all? Was she as indifferent as she looked? I gasped and moaned out loudly, not even noticing the mild, scratching pain spreading down my skin. It was like a mosquito bite next to the agony of being in such a short distance away from what you crave and not allowing yourself to reach for it. As she moved her head back and forth while crafting my first, and possibly last, tattoo Sage involuntarily pressed her cheek against the tip of my cock. The degrading groan of pleasure tore off my chest and echoed throughout the room. A teardrop of precum stained her cheek but she acted like she hadn't noticed it all. It would take just one small move for her to wrap her lips around it and twirl that amazing tongue against my tip. It would be just enough stimulation to finish me off. I could beg her. I felt broken, stripped off my dignity and slave of the carnal desires Sage Phoenix had stirred in me. There was still one last barrier preventing me from crying out to her and no matter how much I tried I couldn't get past it. Who knows how much time had passed. In reality, it may have been less than half an hour. In
Who knows how much time had passed. In reality, it may have been less than half an hour. In Lilah E. / THE BRAT WITH THE PHOENIX TATTOO: SUMMER / 77 my mind it seemed like I had spent ages lying on my back, paralyzed in fear, staring at the beauty in front of me. Finally, the low buzz of the tattoo machine stopped and I blinked some more tears away. Sage put the tattoo machine aside and stared at her work with satisfaction. "Oh, just beautiful." She whispered and another sincere, light, smile made her face glow. Sage took some cotton and soaked it with alcohol to cleanse the sore spot before she placed a bandage. Her earlier words turned out to be true, it was really no larger than a stamp, a small roughened section of my skin. However, right in that instant, I couldn't care less if Sage had left ink all over my chest and hands. The fever and pain were getting stronger by the minute and I'd go crazy if she didn't give me a relief. I could see her speaking something but none of the information was getting to me. She leaned forward and nearly kissed my lips. "And most important..." Her breathing was warming my skin and I moaned again. "Don't expose it to direct sunlight the next few weeks. It should heal well and I bet all the college girls would really go wild when they see it." She winked at me and attempted to get up. That was it, the final push I needed to act on my instinct. When I finally spoke my throat was as hoarse as that of a dying man longing for last drops of water. "Sage... please..." I grabbed her by the wrist and kept her down, stroking her tender skin. "Please..." "What are you begging me for, Paul? Tell me what you want, I am not as smart as you are. You have to tell me yourself." She remained aloof though I could see how her lips were curling into a wicked smile. "Please, Sage..." It was hard to get back to my eloquent self when I was so drunk with lust. The painful denial had truly driven me mad and made me incoherent. I reached out with my other hand and ran my fingers down her black, shining hair, through the fake flowers. "You are so fucking hot... so beautiful... I need to be inside you." "Inside me?" She chuckled and hovered over me, pinning my wrists against the mattress. "I thought you'd never have sex with me, Paul? I thought I wasn't your type." "Oh damn it, Sage, please, don't make me suffer anymore, I need you." What was the point of any pride at the moment? I hissed and tried to raise my hips, to tempt her, to make her come closer.
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"Very well, Paul, but all this nice boy talk doesn't really do it for me." She squeezed my wrists tighter, ran her teeth against my neck and breathed warm air. "I bet you'd do anything for me to get you off right now, won't you?" "Anything..." I whispered and tried to lift my head so I could kiss her. Sage was a sneaky one and pulled back out of my reach. "All that polite talk dries me up and I'm dying to see how dirty you can be." Her nails were leaving a tiny scratch against my wrists. "Say 'I want to fuck you'. Now." There was no way I couldn't comply with her wishes and not do as she said. Though the truth was that my filthy side was begging to be released from its tight leash and I cried out, shaking in that strange fever, baring my teeth. "I want to fuck you, I want to fuck you, Sage, please, let me have that tight pussy around me, please..." "I'm sorry, Paul." She smirked and kept one of her hands on my wrists. Sage used her available hand to pick up the thin shawl and wrapped it around them in a messy knot. Had I been in a better presence of mind I'd easily tear it off my hands and tackle her. But I was weak and melting for that witch. "I'm afraid that tonight..." She raised her silver dress and showed me she had no panties on. Her pussy was glistening wet and her clit was pulsing with heat. If only I could touch it, I was confident I'd make her scream. Sage draped the dress around her waist and lowered her slit against the head of my virginal cock. "... tonight, Paul, I'm going to fuck you." With these words my fantasy, my manic pixie, impaled herself on me and I screamed out the minute her tight folds engulfed me deep inside her. I was moaning like a whore when I saw her swaying her hips on top of me and holding me in her confident grasp. Sage licked her fingers and pressed them against her clit while she was riding me. I couldn't touch her, I couldn't even kiss her or worship her body. She was using me for her pleasure and that denial of full contact and final surrender drove me absolutely wild. My own voice was calling out her name and mixed with her sensual groans. The sight of her stroking herself and rubbing a nail against her small nub was just enough to drive me to my first, white hot and stunning climax with a woman. Sage gripped me tight as I was pumping my load deep inside her. I raised myself and collapsed, panting and sweaty, completely out of control while Sage was getting herself off with fingers, spanking her clit.
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I doubt it I had been inside her for more than a minute when she slipped out of me and got up on her feet. Before she walked away she brought her fingers to my lips to give me a taste of my cum mixed with her juices. "Taste yourself. See what a horny slut you are." The smile on her face was so triumphant and evil it made me want to strangle her. But I was still too high under her spell and thirsty for more. Instead of finding the expected release, which would get her out of my system, I grew hungry for more and unable to have it. "I'm afraid I have to go." Sage winked at me after picking up her equipment, endlessly smug and satisfied with herself. "You can keep that, it should be easy enough for you to release yourself." She pointed to the sheer shawl around my wrists and reached for the desk where my car keys were. The girl kept with her infuriating grin and dangled them before my eyes. "I hope you don't mind I'd borrow these for a little bit. Don't worry, I'm not a car thief. But I love a good joy ride after I fuck someone for the first time. You'll find it tomorrow on the parking lot at school." With these words, she turned around, with the toolbox in hand, on her way out of my life, and nothing but a flash of silver gray fabric swaying after her. "Sage, please... please, don't leave." I cried out after her, too weak and helpless to undo even that messy ribbon knot. She stared at me with a cold expression and leaned against the door frame. A minute later Sage sighed, turned around and said her final words to me, without turning back. "Goodbye, Paul. I wish you a very good life."
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"Do you like it when I use you, brat?" I hissed as I pushed my hips further, grabbed Sage by the hair and started fucking her throat aggressively. The dark makeup had already painted her face in black rivulets and smudges on her cheeks. However, the moment I started really abusing her tender throat the tears of effort ran profusely and made a complete mess out of her. I squeezed her sweaty hair and yanked it so hard it was a miracle how I didn't rip a piece of it. My heavy balls were mercilessly slapping her chin while Sage tried to balance. She was gagging hard and her own saliva was dripping in a degrading way out of her mouth. In a rush of sadism, I pinched her nose to completely deprive her of air and that made her roll her eyes again. I let go of her hair, pulled my cock out and slapped her with it across the face with viciousness. To my absolute shock, Sage kept on licking it, looking up at me with obedience, trying to pleasure me. My hands found themselves in her heavy hair and I forced her to look up at me. "Do you like being used as a toy for someone else's pleasure? How does it feel to taste your poison, Sage?" I never gave her a chance to reply as I pushed my cock back in her mouth and slammed
I never a chance replyTHE as I pushed my cock back inSUMMER her mouth/and Lilahgave E. /her THE BRATtoWITH PHOENIX TATTOO: 81 slammed it all the way down her throat, enjoying the hell out of her choking sounds. What was sweeter, the way she was struggling to keep up with my fat, punishing shaft or the clear compliance etched all over her face as she was servicing me, like a good slut? Sage was tough, a lot stronger than many of the kink partners I have had over the years. She was taking the abuse of her mouth and body incredibly well. Something more, the bound woman in front of me was sucking me off with such a lust and enthusiasm I was sure she reveled in the experience. I was curious how much more intense stimulation Sage Phoenix could handle. "Have you tried some impact play, kitten? Let's test how brave you are." She blinked a few times and kept sucking as I tried to decide what should I use on her perfect, unmarred skin, so pale that it begged to be marked. It was difficult to think while those luscious lips were wrapped around my cock and sucked me so hard as if my new fuck toy was trying to devour me. So I pulled away and slapped it across her face so I'd smear it with more of my thick and salty precum before I put it back in my pants. Sage stared at me with hungry, insatiable eyes and used the moment to breathe. The leather strap was still hanging around her neck. It would probably come handy later but now I needed something more impressive. "You know... you almost gave me a tattoo machine fetish back then." I explained to her matter of factly as I squatted next to the briefcase. "Sometimes I still get hard whenever I see someone getting tattooed. That stinging sensation..." I grinned at her and pulled the new violet wand I bought a few weeks ago. Little did I know back then how soon I'd get to use it. "I think it is fair to give you a similar sensation." The electrode I planned to use on her was a lot smaller than the plasma balls I had a soft spot for. This one was in the form of a long, glass tube that curved at the end, with a mushroom head. "You ever tried some of these?" I dangled the device by its cable it in front of her eyes the same way she did with my car keys back then. She shook her head and paled a little, biting her lips with fear in her eyes. "No worries, pet, you'll love it. It's a shame no one used it on you, with how sensitive you are." After some hesitation, I also picked up my favorite Wartenberg pinwheel and stuffed it in my pocket, out of her sight. "I... Please, use it on me." "Good girl." I stroked her hair and plugged the cord into the outlet under her tattoo chair. The glass tube slowly heated up under Sage's amazed eyes and she swallowed. Then she licked her lips and watched the pale blue light inside the glass, with fear and curiosity but not
her lips and watched the pale blue light inside the glass, with fear and curiosity but not Lilah E. / THE BRAT WITH THE PHOENIX TATTOO: SUMMER / 82 revulsion. I had no idea whether that was Sage's first brush with kink but that woman was fucking natural. Without giving her any warning I pulled my still hard cock out and put it back between her lips. "Suck me real slow while I test it on you. We'll do some slow direct touch. Don't you dare hurry up too much, let alone take me deep down your throat or I'll punish you. Trust me, I have no problem doing things you can't handle. Do you understand?" "Yes..." I had to bite my tongue to correct her and make her refer to me as Master. But I couldn't get her to attach to me or start thinking she was my sub. For a moment the temptation was so strong it choked me, just like those words I never told her during that night. Calling her "pet" was bad enough and probably my worst fuck up for the entire evening. I moaned slightly while Sage served my cock with her soft, loving licks, smooching the tip and running her tongue all around it. It was time to test if she was ready for some serious play. The butt plug was nestled nicely inside her tight ass and her pierced clit was swollen and dripping juices. I grinned again and placed the tip of the tube against her left nipple, red and swollen from my rough treatment earlier. Sage whimpered as the electrical sparkles licked her skin and made her body tense. I ran the wand between her breasts, holding its plastic container tight while my cock was bathed by her talented mouth. "It feels so good..." She whispered against my engorged head and kept sucking it. I hissed and kept the device longer on her other nipple, enjoying the vibrations of her smooth skin. My action coaxed another, a longer cry of pleasure and intensity out of her. "And if you only knew how good it would feel on your clit piercing. I'm not sure you can handle it, though. Let's see." In response Sage sucked me harder and ran her teeth against the mushroom of my cock, nibbling it very lightly. I chuckled and ran the wand against her mound, right over the landing strip of trimmed jet black hair. "Bad girl. Using teeth already? I'd have to break you out of that habit... or encourage it." Her pupils dilated when the smooth surface of my device slid against the hoop of her piercing. The scream died in her throat as I used the perfect moment to ram my shaft deep and
piercing. The scream died in her throat as I used the perfect moment to ram my shaft deep and Lilah E. / THE BRAT WITH THE PHOENIX TATTOO: SUMMER / 83 rough in her mouth. The beautiful violet sparkles were flying off the metal on her vulnerable flesh. Sage looked as if she was being electrocuted in that moment, writhing on the chair, rolling her eyes and trying to escape from the powerful charge. She was crying hard against my cock that was killing all her protests and groans. I held her hair with one hand and proceeded to facefuck her. I was curious to see how long she'd last with the violet wand right on her clit, the metal conducting electricity to her most intimate zones. Tears were rolling down her cheeks and her pussy was leaking with juices that streamed at the base of the butt plug. By that point, her poor tortured clit became way too red and sensitive so I withdrew the wand but didn't stop fucking her mouth. The way her pussy lips quivered with the remaining effects of electricity made me horny like a beast and I went savage on her until her tits were fully covered in overflowing, slick spit. I reached out to spank her pussy and as I expected my palm was instantly coated with such a thick and creamy secretion I knew Sage wouldn't last very long. But where was the fun in not punishing the bad girl for being so insatiable? The Wartenberg wheel was resting like a weapon, cold and ready at my suit jacket's pocket. Usually, I'd continue with flogging her tits but this was even better. She was in such a feverish state, lost in trying to match the frantic rhythm of my hips that violated her slender throat. I slid the electrode at the back of my pants so my body would serve as a conductor and grabbed the metal device. "Keep sucking, slut. God, how fucking wet you are, I bet you already can't help yourself. Let's see if that would help you get less needy." I drawled with irony, grabbing the wheel by its long handle and dragging the sharp pins right against the delicate, too sensitive, flesh of her nipples. Even my cock couldn't silence the yelling that tore her lungs off when the static electricity literally rocked her. She squeezed her legs so tight and winced so sharply in her place for a moment it looked like she'd rip her bondage apart. I wouldn't let her get away so easily and I reached out with my free hand to slap her and make her open up again. Sage whimpered and went limp for a moment, still with my fat, leaking head buried at the base of her throat. "Don't stop sucking." As if she had any choice. Her head was pinned against the backrest of the chair and her body was bound, entirely in my mercy. But it felt so sweet to remind her of
of the chair and her body was bound, entirely in my mercy. But it felt so sweet to remind her of Lilah E. / THE BRAT WITH THE PHOENIX TATTOO: SUMMER / 84 her helplessness. "I'll use the wheel on your pussy. Don't you fucking dare to cum or I'd make you regret it." My voice was a bit more threatening than I intended to but I was getting closer to unload myself in her mouth. The build up of our flirting during the entire evening, the pleasure of her reactions and the way her body writhed in sweet, painful agony finally did it for me. The moment the sharp edges of the object ran down her delicate pussy lips I pulled out so I wouldn't choke her and grunted loudly as the heavy, profuse ropes of cum erupted from my tip. I was squeezing her hair and groaning with my head tossed back, pressing her pretty face to my crotch. "Lick everything, Sage. Suck it all and don't waste a drop, suck and swallow all my cum like a good slut." She was coughing and crying from the intense attack her poor throat has suffered, the tears, ruined makeup and cum mixing on her cheeks, forehead and chin. Sage blinked a few times but I didn't give her much time to come around. Instead, I pushed her to lie down so I could feed her and make her clean me. I didn't stop teasing her pussy with the electrically charged pinwheel while she was busy servicing her Master. The sound of her loud screams muffled by my cock, the sight of her shuddering body as Sage tried to escape from the cruel bite of the wheel as it reached her clit were too much. I was instantly hard again. No... I shouldn't think of her that way. I'm leaving tonight. She is already nothing but a fuck meat that I used nice and well, right? I was watching her reactions to prevent her from climaxing too soon and instantly withdrew the metal device from her tortured sex. She was licking my cum and swallowing it all down her throat, as in a trance, perhaps deeply lost in the mysterious subspace. My thoughts went back to our prom night and I wondered whether that hadn't happened to me then. But that was a moot point. Sage blinked a few times as soon as she finished eating my sperm and raised her eyes to meet mine. "Paul, please, I can't take any of this anymore, it's too much. Please..." "What are you begging me for, Sage?" God, that was so damned sweet I instantly got hard again, by her pleading, tamed eyes and cum stained lips, how she was staring at me in utter
hard again, by her pleading, tamed eyes and cum stained lips, how she was staring at me in utter Lilah E. / THE BRAT WITH THE PHOENIX TATTOO: SUMMER / 85 despair. "Please, Paul, fuck me, I want you, I need you. Please. You won, I surrender to you. Just fuck me. Please, please, please..." That was the ideal moment. The comeuppance, the lesson the witch would never forget, the absolute revenge. She had made me erupt a week worth load of cum down her throat and was lying under me, bound, pathetic, humiliated, begging. Her insatiable pussy was on the edge but not enough in order for her to climax. I could easily walk away without turning back, leaving Sage Phoenix forever in my past. There was just one problem. I couldn't. I looked down into her big eyes and one simple fact knocked me down. Sage had been right once. I've always had a problem with the simple, obvious truths. It had never been about revenge. She captivated me more than anyone else I have met during the journey of my life. This night Sage revealed so much of herself, showing me details I have never suspected of. All I knew in that instant was I couldn't walk away from that strange, crazy, dangerous... amazing woman. Perhaps that was the worst mistake I have ever made, but every bit of me longed for her. From the moment we had our first heated conflict in the library I've been in a constant denial of what I needed. There would be no more of it. I'd get what I truly desired instead of that cheap revenge that would leave me with a bitter taste in the mouth. Sage was crying and repeating her "Please" as if catching my confused emotions. She always had incredible intuition. I turned the wand off and left it together with the pinwheel at my briefcase. Then I turned back to Sage and leaned down to give her a tender kiss on the lips. This time, I wasn't disgusted with my own semen that we shared in our mouths. Her wounded, roughened lips were weak against mine but I knew exactly how to stimulate the passion again. "Are you sure you can handle more, Sage? We can take a break." I whispered with a mocking voice.
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"Paul." She groaned and clenched her helpless hands again. "If you don't fuck me anytime soon I'm going to die. I want you so badly..." I smiled soothingly and whispered to her while undoing the straps on her wrists. "Don't die yet, kitten, the best is to come." I covered her face with kisses while releasing her from the bondage. There would be enough time to rub the rough marks on her wrists later. Right then I longed to be buried inside her pussy. Sage groaned again as I took the restraints from her ankles and found she didn't know what to do with her sudden freedom. I brought my lips close to her ear and whispered while helping her on her feet. "Down on your knees, Sage. Get your ass in the air and spread your legs for me, pet. I want to take a good look at what is mine." When Sage's soft heels touched the ground she practically crumbled down in a heap, dizzy with all my stimulation. She moaned and obeyed my orders while I was searching for something extra from the briefcase to sweeten the moment I'd finally fuck her brains off. The strap I used to bind her mouth earlier gave me a great idea. Even if my anger has flowed out of my system as I erupted down her throat it was still curious how much more Sage could handle. I picked up a pair of tweezer nipple clamps with some small beads attached at the end, just for beauty and some more weight. Sage was leaning against the floor looking up at me in expectation, not stopping with her desperate begging. The bright colors of her phoenix tattoo were drenched in sweat and that made them shine even more under the light of the lamps. "Whose pussy is that, kitten?" I went behind her and leaned forward to her ear, whispering against the reddened flesh of her cheeks. "Yours, Paul, all yours, you own me." She hissed and opened her legs wider, raising her ass so that my shaft was sliding directly across her folds. "Please..." I didn't say anything and simply kissed all over the bruised skin of her neck, fastening the strap's buckle around it as an improvised collar. Sage kept moving her hips, shivering each time my tip came in contact with her painful clit. "You know what, Sage?" I breathed against her spine. "I always felt you could use some
"You know what, Sage?" I breathed against her spine. "I always felt you could use some Lilah E. / THE BRAT WITH THE PHOENIX TATTOO: SUMMER / 87 more jewelry." She froze at my words and gasped loudly when I pinched her nipples with the tweezers but quickly relaxed and moaned with a purr in her voice. After all the stimulation tonight they must be feeling like an accessory on her tortured tits. I picked up the strap and slid my tip right at the entrance of her slick pussy. The knowledge of how wet she was right now, how blissful it would be to fuck her with no resistance made my head dizzy. "If you need air, raise your hand and squeeze it once, okay?" I stroke her hair and grabbed a hold of it, yanking it back so I'd meet her eyes. Just then I realized they were the exact shade as the ones on the phoenix on her back. "Now... I'm not sure I heard you the first few times. What do you want again?" She gasped in frustration and hissed at me again, with more tears running down her filthy face. "I want to fuck you..." Sage cried out again. "I need your big, fat cock inside all my holes, please." "No, Sage, I'm sorry. Tonight..." I let go of the strap, then placed my hands on her tight ass and squeezed it tight, before cracking a palm against it and impaling her in one hard thrust. "... I'm going to fuck you." Her satisfied scream joined my yell of pleasure when, after a long night of sweet, exquisite torture, I finally sank inside her tight walls. If I thought Sage had been a screamer up to that point now she was truly like a possessed woman, tearing her lungs off with yells of pleasure. She pushed her hips back so I would penetrate her tight womb as deeply as possible. My tip was rubbing against her cervix, teasing all the spots I planned to get to know better while drenching in her feminine heat. Her eyes were black, her body was shining and she clenched me in her tight walls of iron silk so hard as if intending to crush my dick. Sage Phoenix was more than a naughty sex kitten, she was a ravenous succubus sent straight from hell and her passion infused in me like liquid fire. But she met her match and I intended to show her that. The sight of her tattoo made me hornier than ever as I was fucking her within an inch of
The sight of her tattoo made me hornier than ever as I was fucking her within an inch of Lilah E. / THE BRAT WITH THE PHOENIX TATTOO: SUMMER / 88 her life, pulling my strong hips back so I'd brush against her rough g-spot just to slam it back inside her. I didn't think of the other man who had spent hours, days, months to handle the intricate details. It was part of who she was but I intended to leave my own mark deeper inside her. My cock was sliding smooth in the thick cream of her heavenly pussy. I let the pleasure overwhelm me and slid my fingers under the shirt, where my own tattoo was laying hidden for the world. It's been a source of shame and a painful reminder for years and yet I couldn't bring myself to remove it. Now my fingers rubbed it with affection for it was just one more symbol connecting me to her. "I don't think you fully get it, kitten." I groaned and grabbed her by the strap, cutting off the air supply as I fucked her roughly, stretching her walls. "I'll decide how much pleasure you will get tonight." "Please, Paul, just don't stop fucking me, please." She had lowered her head and shoulders to the floor while I fastened the strap tighter around her throat, making her struggle for every intake of oxygen. I was screwing her so hard that our mixed juices were flowing down on the floor. If only we could stay like this the entire evening. I ran my nails hard down her back and started spanking her ass with loud, hard cracks, making it nice and red. My other hand had Sage by the throat, limiting the oxygen supply more. The pleasure of hearing her struggles matched perfectly the way her tight cunt felt around me. She was growing soft and a little limp in my arms so I gave her more air, even if I was not letting go of the strap. Sage squeezed her tight fists and tossed her hair back, trying to look me in the eyes. "I lied..." I raised my eyebrow at her, too lost in fucking and nearly strangling her to fully comprehend her words. "No one ever fucked me in the ass before. I want you to be my first." That simple sentence knocked me down and I breathed hard, staring at her in disbelief. The knowledge I could do something that sexual hellcat was naive and virginal about shoot through my cock just like the wand's electricity, just like the tight embrace of her cleft around me. "It's time to correct that mistake, pet." I hissed sinisterly and yanked her by the strap so
"It's time to correct that mistake, pet." I hissed sinisterly and yanked her by the strap so Lilah E. / THE BRAT WITH THE PHOENIX TATTOO: SUMMER / 89 hard she coughed. Our lips crushed together in the same violent way. My mouth stole her breath and I grabbed the base of the butt plug deeply pushed inside her. She purred and closed her eyes using my moment of distraction to impale herself harder against me. "Play with your clit piercing now. Keep pulling it and don't forget what a bad girl you are for lying to me. It won't get unpunished." "I crave your discipline in my life." She uttered as in a dream and placed her head on the floor, breathless, with wide open eyes and black pupils. Her hand went between her legs. I wish I could watch her tug the small barbell and make herself wetter but I was too busy pulling the plug out of her. I pulled the huge device out of her tight, virginal hole and the more I was opening the greasy star of her asshole the wilder she was getting. "Oh, Paul, please, no matter what, don't stop, don't ever stop, I need it so bad." She was whimpering and tugging the silver piercing with a concentrated expression until the head of the plug came out, leaving her gaping, red and sore. Some other time I'd ignore her desperate pleas and give her ass time to adjust to the new sensations, fuck her pussy until she came and go back to deflowering her later. However, I was too hungry, too much in need of claiming my new territory. I ignored all safety tonight, what was one more broken rule? Sage purred when I tugged her strap and pushed my roughened, purple head against her ravaged asshole. She'd pay for her deception, for every little sin... later. "I'm going to take your sweet ass now, pet, and I'll fill it with cum. You're mine now." I pushed her head against the floor and slid inside her, gritting my teeth when her tight muscles hugged me. "Relax, it would be much easier that way." "Ohhh... fuck..." She cried out and tightened her legs around me. "You are really huge..." "Oh, come on." I slapped her ass. "You had that big plug inside you most of the evening, little one, you can handle some more pressure." I cracked my palm on her naughty, disobedient cheek. The inspiration struck me again. There was one proved way for my little victim to relax while I fucked her ass for the first time. I reached out for the briefcase and pulled out the violet wand and pinwheel again. I switched the wand on again, shoved it against my hip, strapping it with my boxers' waistband. Meanwhile, my shaft was slowly impaling her, inch by inch was she
with my boxers' waistband. Meanwhile, my shaft was slowly impaling her, inch by inch was she Lilah E. / THE BRAT WITH THE PHOENIX TATTOO: SUMMER / 90 laid beneath me, playing with her little clit. A smile lit up my features as I pushed the steel stem between her fingers, ordering her in a firm voice. "Run it against your pussy. No matter how intense you won't stop, do you hear me?" "Oh, fuck, you're too much." Sage screamed as the first pin ran against her over sensitive, swollen pussy lips. "You want me to stop, pet?" I teased her and spanked her right cheek again, as playfully as possible. "No... no, please, don't." The beads of her nipple clamps were swaying under my weight, as she trembled each time the violet sparkles rushed through her pussy. I could never know what that experience was like for her, but I felt the electricity through the thin layer between her pussy and ass. It made me feel even more connected with Sage so I rammed harder in my excitement. She screamed in pain but gritted her teeth and urged me. "Yes, yes, please, all the way inside." Now that she was relaxed enough with her little electrical play it was so much easier to sink in my girl's ass. A sigh of relief went out of my lips as I slammed my balls against her pussy lips. I pushed out of her, pleased with her loud screams. "I have to get you a really large ball gag, pet, what a noisy, slutty kitten you are." She made another whimpering sound in between her yells of passion, imploring me to start fucking her, how her body could take it. I repeated my breathing exercises as I was shoving my cock back inside her. It would be a ruin of a perfect opportunity if I couldn't hold my next climax. Still, Sage got me so worked up again it was impossible to control myself too long. "Paul... I'm sorry but I don't think I can handle it anymore, I just need to cum, please allow me." She sounded in panic; like my permission would be crucial to her. "Go ahead and cum then Sage but if you stop before I have filled your ass..." I slapped her hard and rammed my cock back in her open, red hole without any mercy. "I'd be very... very..." I bent over and bit her ear while I moved my hips aggressively to fuck her anal hole as deeply as she desired. "... disappointed." I cried out and squeezed her hands groaning at the extreme tightness around me. Tomorrow we'd both be in sweet pain. She didn't need much more coaxing to give in to her body's needs for in the next minute
She didn't need much more coaxing to give in to her body's needs for in the next minute Lilah E. / THE BRAT WITH THE PHOENIX TATTOO: SUMMER / 91 her cunt practically exploded all over the pinwheel. I grunted and held her hips tight, hearing the clatter of metal on the floor. My fingers gripped her ass so tight they left purple bruises on her pale skin. The primal nature of our act finally pushed me and I kept fucking her with wild abandon, nearly making her bleed. Sage wouldn't notice even if she did for her pussy was squirting all over the place and she was in a world of her own. We were both swimming in another place beyond logic and reason, lost in space and in each other, finally without any restraints or worries. I turned her around, slammed her on her back, placed her legs on my shoulders so I could look her in the eyes as I was fucking her ass. My thumb ran against her abused pussy and plunged in between the folds, finding her G-spot immediately. Sage rolled her eyes so hard as she exploded all over my hand, yelling and curling her toes when her juices erupted, splashing all over my stomach. I didn't stop rubbing her sweet, sensitive spot until my kitten cried she couldn't handle it. Her body was shaking so hard with the multiple orgasms it blew my own restrictions away. We screamed together as my aching cock shoot a few loads of thick cream deep inside her. As the last drops of cum left my balls I felt purified, relieved and exhausted. My thumb finally left her swollen pussy. She looked just as spent and grateful as I patted her soaked labia and pulled out of her asshole, leaving the cum drip out of it. The energy of doing anything else left me. I dropped down on the dirty, fluids covered floor, but not before drawing her limp body on top of mine. I wrapped my arms around her and gave her sweet tender kiss. "You were absolutely amazing." She smiled and closed her eyes, resting her head on my chest, sighing with relief. Our hearts beat against each other as we laid down there, not caring about anything else in the world. I never heard such sweet music as her accelerated pulse and rapid breathing while I was running my fingers down her back. We have been lying on the floor next to each other for who knows how long, just recovering from the intense experience. I think I even dozed off at some point but the tiled floor wasn't the most comfortable place so my eyes didn't stay closed for too long. Sage sighed a little and nestled herself against my body, lying on her stomach. She turned her eyes to me and gave
and nestled herself against my body, lying on her stomach. She turned her eyes to me and gave Lilah E. / THE BRAT WITH THE PHOENIX TATTOO: SUMMER / 92 me a light, nervous smile. "Hey." She whispered and ran a lock of her hair against my chest. "Hey." I smiled and pulled her up so our faces nearly touched. My fingers stroke her cheek and soaked messed up hair. "Are you okay?" Sage burst out laughing at that question and bit my bottom lip, then she went back to stare at me with an incredulous expression. "Are you serious?" Her glowing eyes and happy smile may have made my question redundant but I had to make sure. Tonight I had broken... no, I practically destroyed every rule in my usual etiquette and it was necessary to address it. Maybe right then I had to simply enjoy the moment and the way her face was lighting up. Sage had never appeared that genuinely happy or satisfied. "You just dominated the hell out of me and fucked me within an inch of my life. And now you ask if I'm okay?" "It's the right thing to do, I guess. I hope none of it was too much for you." I felt the old forgotten heat paint my cheeks again. "I usually make sure that I'm within the girls' limits and that I push them at a comfortable pace. I guess tonight is anything but usual." Sage nodded and looked down with that same insecure expression as if wondering what she should say or do in this situation. When she tried to pull away, though, I grabbed her by the shoulders and wrapped my ankles around hers. The kiss we shared was filled with as much tenderness and affection I was capable of. I ran my fingers through her hair and massaged her neck. Perhaps the body language could say more than a thousand words. Either way, I'd hate to ruin the magic by explaining myself. I kept kissing her face, enjoying the small gasps she made and how she pressed against me like the little kitten I had described her as. Another thought made its way to my happy, sated brain. Did a girl like her who just took so much pain, stress and abuse with a side of pleasure and orgasms really care about tenderness and affection? Sometimes I hated how I couldn't switch my brain off even after a night like this. But I really had no clue what she wanted. I've been acting entirely on instinct the entire evening. I ran my lips down her face, finding reassurance in her soft moans and let my hands rest
I ran my lips down her face, finding reassurance in her soft moans and let my hands rest Lilah E. / THE BRAT WITH THE PHOENIX TATTOO: SUMMER / 93 on her red backside. "I guess I should be really mad at you," Sage smirked and kissed me back, licking my lips softly. Who would have thought we'd really end up the night like this? I knew for sure that if I had left earlier, right now I'd be pacing back and forth in my apartment, with the same poisonous rage and maddening desire rushing through my veins. Devil knows why but at that moment wrath was the last emotion I was feeling. "But that was truly the hottest sex I've had in a very long time. So, thank you, Paul." Sage nibbled my neck and whispered against my skin, just like I've been doing it the entire evening. "I really needed something just like that." "I'm glad to hear it." I smoothed her hair and put it behind her ears so I could look at her face better, trying to drink in the emotion of that moment. Whatever happened between us after tonight I longed to keep that memory as clear as possible. Then I grinned and slapped her ass as lightly as I could before bringing my lips to her ear to whisper. "I think I'll need some of that whiskey you were offering earlier." Sage groaned, rolled her eyes and attempted to shift from our tangled embrace. I shook my head and held her in place, then I raised up with my arms wrapped around her waist and carefully placed her on one of the available chairs. "After all the entertainment tonight the least I can do for you is fix you a drink." I let go of her, kissed the tip of her nose and headed for the fridge. "Well damn it, Paul, if someone had told me you were capable of doing a nice thing for another human being I'd laugh in their face." She giggled from her seat. I just chuckled and went back to pouring the drinks while stealing glances at her beautiful, tattooed body, messed up sex hair and devilish smile. Maybe my mind was dizzy with too many hormones after that filthy, fucked up and thrilling scene. Maybe I'd deny the feeling once the morning brought me my usual sobriety and I realized how ridiculous the thought was. Tonight, though, for the first time since our first meeting I was free of my lust. It wasn't that I stopped wanting her, a man must have testosterone deficiency to resist her. It just was slowly evolving into someone else. I was falling in love with Sage Phoenix. It made no sense but I was, even if we hardly knew each other, even if we had spent so much time apart. Years ago that epiphany would make me freak out, gather my clothes and
much time apart. Years ago that epiphany would make me freak out, gather my clothes and Lilah E. / THE BRAT WITH THE PHOENIX TATTOO: SUMMER / 94 kinky gear, and get the fuck away from her. Instead, I simply poured some of the fiery liquid for both Sage and me and brought the glasses to her. After I sat in the chair opposite from her we clinked our glasses and stood like this for a few minutes. None of us was in a hurry to say anything, we were just savoring the taste and our company. The fact she was naked and I still had most of my clothes on brought an additional thrill. It was time to test if Sage was still as submissive when she was not too horny to think. I leaned back and patted my knee while staring straight into her eyes. I saw her flinching slightly as she took another whiskey sip. "Come here." I uttered in a calm but firm way, still tapping my fingers on my lap. Sage wrapped her fingers around the glass and looked down, biting her lips insecurely. After some pondering, she got up and got close to me with small hesitant steps. I expected it was difficult for her to walk but she also looked fearful. "I won't bite you, kitten, come here." She smiled boldly, took a breath and sat down on my lap, draping one long arm around my shoulder. "You are really good at that, you know it?" Sage laughed while adjusting herself on my knees. "If I knew what things you could do I'd never have left that night." "And you'd be disappointed." I ran my hand down her hip, stopping my fingers at the cat tattoo she had drawn there. "I'd be good for nothing but to be your boy toy then. You were holding all the cards. If you had stayed I'd probably embarrass myself even further." Sage smiled awkwardly and ran the glass against her forehead, with her eyes closed. "You didn't embarrass yourself, it was so damned sexy. I wanted to stay but... I can't believe it's been eight years ago." She uttered. "I've often thought about you, you know." I laughed bitterly and gripped her waist tighter, pulling her close to me. "I even went to the fucking five years anniversary in hope I'd see you there," I said and kept stroking her hair. "Knowing you, that was stupid reasoning but I didn't want to miss a possible chance." It felt really good to be honest with her and not have to hide my feelings and motivation. Liberating. "You wasted your time." Sage sighed and looked up at me with some regret. "There was
"You wasted your time." Sage sighed and looked up at me with some regret. "There was Lilah E. / THE BRAT WITH THE PHOENIX TATTOO: SUMMER / 95 nothing to hold me back in that place or make me return. Especially after my mother died." "I didn't know. I'm sorry to hear that." "It's okay," Sage said in a low voice and cuddled against me. "She was a very unhappy woman. If I had stayed I'd just watch her slowly devolve and I wouldn't be able to do a thing to help her. Not that I ever could help her feel less... sad. Sometimes I feel guilty for leaving her behind but I'd probably end up just like her if I had stayed. Jaded, overworked and finding someone to break my heart." She trembled and looked up at me, wiping some fresh tears off her lashes. "Sorry, Paul, I didn't mean to..." I stopped whatever Sage was going to say and kissed her while caressing the soft curve of her spine. It just dawned on me how much more pain she was hiding beneath her facade and masks. All my life and struggles were nothing in comparison with all the battles she had to lead every day, with the world and herself. I remembered some of the stories about her domestic life that were spread in school but decided it was the wrong time to ask. "Relax, kitten. It seems that each time I'm dominating a woman she loses more than just her sexual inhibitions. Probably because of the scene's magic. You deserve to be emotional... cry if you want." Sage gave me a reluctant smile after that explanation and then switched back to her usual self, after wiping her tears. "That thing with the violet wand... wow... truly out of this world. I always thought it may be too much. You... how did you become so good at it? I'd never thought that you, of all people, would turn out to be kinky?" Sage undid a few more buttons of my shirt and licked my neck. "Whenever I thought of you I always assumed you'd be a classic case of a guy who'd land a successful job, marry some sweet, unassuming girl, have 2.5 children and a huge mid-life crisis..." "Ugh, and I'd never peg you for the kind of woman who knows how to destroy a guy's boner with just a sentence." I put my fingers over her lips and gave her a wink. "Well, I owe my kinkiness partly to you." "To me?" She stopped her actions and stared up at me in surprise. "Yes, well..." I didn't think I'd tell her about it, ever, but I really needed to get it all out of me, come clean about the kind of man I was. Maybe, only maybe, after that when she knew
of me, come clean about the kind of man I was. Maybe, only maybe, after that when she knew Lilah E. / THE BRAT WITH THE PHOENIX TATTOO: SUMMER / 96 all the facts we'd have a chance for something more, for a new beginning. "The truth is that you really fucked me up in more than one way during the prom night." "Oh?" Sage was rendered speechless. She dropped her hands from my chest and looked up at me with worry and some guilt. "What do you mean?" "Well... I spent the entire evening curled in a ball, shaking and unable to move from the same spot. I have no idea what happened to me, it was like someone had cut the air and energy supply I had before that." "Oh fuck. I'm so sorry, Paul, I..." "Let me finish." I removed her arm from my neck and hugged her more tightly, staring at her eyes. "So, the next day I went back to school to pick up my car and I tried to find you. I went to your mom's trailer and she told me you have left town." "What?" Sage gasped and trembled vigorously in spite my warm hug. "I was calling her a lot over the years. She never said someone has come to look for me." "I don't think she was completely sober when I visited..." I ran my fingers up her throat and downed the rest of the whiskey for courage. "So I wouldn't hold it against her if I were you. Anyway, when I found out you were truly gone I... it was as if I were ill. I couldn't wrap my mind around it but I spent the entire summer walking around like a zombie. It may have been some mental health issue or I just missed you too much..." "Fuck..." She uttered and reached out to caress my cheek. "I don't know what to say, I never really wanted to hurt or damage you, Paul. You didn't seem like the sensitive type and I didn't think it would do more damage than sting your pride. All I wanted was..." "...to put me in my place?" I smirked at her and kissed her again. "You succeeded. I guess you did me a favor in some weird way. Ever since my earliest childhood people treated me as if I were better than everyone else. At some point, I guess it all got to my head. I could use someone to teach me some humility." "Interesting." She raised her eyebrow and cupped my face in her hands. "Still, if I knew what it would do to you..." "It may not have been entirely related to you. I... I may seem like I have it all together but I'm not the most mentally stable person." My eyelids drooped and I told her briefly about my episodes after leaving work, about the lonely rides in my car and that this was the reason I
my episodes after leaving work, about the lonely rides in my car and that this was the reason I Lilah E. / THE BRAT WITH THE PHOENIX TATTOO: SUMMER / 97 found her shop in the first place. She listened to me carefully with an expression of sympathy and stayed silent for some time while rubbing my burning temples. "So... I took your virginity, messed with your mind in an epic way and in the end, you started getting off being dominant? Do I have that about right?" Sage chuckled. "I was a mess for the rest of the summer, at some point, my mother even took me to a shrink. Luckily, no one found out the root of the problem; they just ascribed it to stress and pressure of too many responsibilities at a too young age." I was casually playing with her tangled locks, staring at the cat on her calf. My heart was beating even faster than when I had her tied to the chair. "I fully recovered in college. I had tons of work to occupy me again and I even found a girlfriend. A few, in a row. Each one of them, no matter how beautiful... they simply couldn't excite me." "Paul, seriously? After all we did tonight you're still sticking with the nice boy talk?" Sage chuckled and I spanked her ass again while rolling my eyes. "Smartass. Anyway, yeah, I couldn't get hard with either of them. I was making peace with the fact I was damaged goods... and then the latest girl I've been seeing casually left some handcuffs on my bedside table to see how I'd react." "Wow... And you used them on her?" "It was kind of awkward and clumsy at the beginning." I blushed when I remembered the endless fumbling with the keys and lock. "But once I got used to the tools and saw how wet she was getting whenever I restrained her, put my hands on her throat or pinned her against a door, it all clicked into place." I finished my tale by pinching her nipples and kissing her hard, making her moan again no matter how raw her pussy and ass were. "Well, I guess you owe it to me that you didn't waste too much time on boring vanilla relationships and bad sex." Sage went back to her playful sex kitten mood and licked my lips. As she withdrew I saw how her eyes darkened. "I just wish we had discovered it all together. We were just kids, I guess..." "One of us is still a kid... or at least acting like one." I grabbed her by the hair and yanked it back with a firm expression. "Why did you lie to me about anal?" A twinge of guilt went through me as I asked this question. After all, I never bothered to learn much of Sage's limits and experience.
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"It wasn't a complete lie..." She straddled me and wrapped her arms around my neck while I was still clutching her hair. "I've had some anal fingering but It just felt weird and I didn't want to continue." "It doesn't change the fact that you lied to me. I wouldn't have used such a big butt plug on you if I had any idea you were that inexperienced." I grabbed her ass cheeks and squeezed them while running my teeth along her neck. "Really, you wouldn't?" "No, I probably still would," I grinned at her and gave her another rough slap. "That's good. Tender is really not my style." "Oh?" Her breasts on my chest were way too distracting so I couldn't form a coherent thought. "Then I'm sorry for disappointing you, I'll try to be as much of an asshole as possible next time." "No, silly." She moaned and leaned her head back while I kissed her savagely. "I enjoy kissing and cuddles as much as the next girl. But while we're in the heat of the moment I crave to be destroyed." "Demanding little thing. We'd have to work on it." I gripped her nipple between my teeth and looked up at her. "So... are you staying for the night?" Sage whispered and dragged her nails in my hair, tugging it. Her hips were grinding against my forming erection. I'd really have to make sure I was taking my vitamins if we'd have a relationship... or impose a discipline of the number of times we'd engage in dirty, filthy all night long sex. Yeah, like that would ever work. Instead of answering I took her whiskey glass and poured some of it down her breasts. Sage gasped and grabbed me tighter by a lock of my hair as I greedily drank it all from her skin. "The night is still young, kitten."
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The sharp pain pierced my back and brought me up from the light sleep. I blinked a few times, too confused with my new surroundings. Why wasn't I home, in my comfortable bed, getting some much needed weekend rest? As I shifted in my place I felt someone's warm body curled against me. Sage's raven dark hair was covering her face while she rested on my chest, with folded knees and arms. She was getting really comfortable in using me as a human pillow. Not that I could complain when I was waking up next to a gorgeous, fully naked woman on top of me. Especially after I had spent the previous night whipping her ass that was now resting on my lap. Sage was rubbing her cheek against me with a smile and murmured something incomprehensible in her sleep. So, everything that happened was real. I've often had some rather realistic erotic dreams involving Sage and each time I woke up covered in sweat and released sperm it would just increase my frustration.
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Then she stirred and opened a pair of sleepy, green eyes, after flipping the mane of tangled hair from her face. The smile that ran over her features was so shy and full of insecurity I wondered if I hadn't mistaken Sage for her twin sister. "Good morning," I said with a yawn and pulled her up for a kiss while running my fingers down her cheekbone. My whole body was in cramps from the uncomfortable position on the tattoo chair and my balls still hurt from the intense action last night. Still, I couldn't remember when was the last time I've been so happy and elated. Sage didn't look too confident, though. She was nervous and avoided my eyes, sliding her fingers down my shoulders and breathing heavily. I placed a finger under her chin and made her look at me. Her pupils were still dilated and Sage trembled under my touch. "How would you like if we got some coffee and breakfast now?" I asked as casually as possible so I wouldn't show I was just as nervous and braced myself for a possible rejection. The relief pooled in her face and this time, the smile made her face glow the usual way. "Fabulous." She yawned and nibbled my chest. "I need my caffeine shot and as delicious as you are I could use some real food." "Then it's a deal, I guess I must let you choose the place... this time." Sage raised an eyebrow and gave me a questioning look but didn't say anything. She kissed me passionately, not minding my atrocious morning breath and got up from me. I squeezed her ass cheeks before she pulled away and laid down, drinking in the sight of her naked body. Just then the thought dawned on me. "I think I destroyed all your clothes last night," I said sheepishly and got up to stretch a little. "Do you have any spare clothes to change into? I wouldn't mind walking you around in your birthday suit but I don't know how free thinking your neighbors are." Sage chuckled as she sat on the ground to put her boots on. I walked around the tattoo room rubbing my neck with a frown. The muscle cramps assaulted my back and shoulders in an even more vicious way. If everything went well with Sage perhaps later I could command her to massage me. Even if she wasn't so great at it the thought of her long, lithe body, covered in oil, sliding on top of me made my skin tingle. "I may have something better." She interrupted my fantasies and turned around with a
"I may have something better." She interrupted my fantasies and turned around with a Lilah E. / THE BRAT WITH THE PHOENIX TATTOO: SUMMER / 101 wink. "Oh?" "Well, I live in an apartment upstairs so maybe we could even take a shower before we go for breakfast," Sage added with such a genuine innocence I almost bought it. "Really?" I growled and glared at her in a half-serious way. "We could have had a few hours of normal sleep in a proper bed and you made us sleep on a freaking chair?" "Why, Paul, where is your sense of romance and adventure? Follow me." She grabbed the keys from the counter where she had left them the previous night. Then she walked to the back of the studio in nothing but her knee-length boots. That was the moment I noticed Sage never took off the leather strap I put on her last night. She was naked, with dried sperm down her thighs and looking as if she had just walked out of a week long orgy but didn't seem to care that much. I caught up with her just at the door leading to the building's hallway, wrapped my arm around her waist and gave her a few short but firm spanks. Sage moaned with my attention and turned to me, still with the keys between her fingers. "Someone really loves to get punished." I kissed the tip of her nose. Then I took my suit jacket off and draped it over her shoulders. She giggled and put her hands through the sleeves with an amused expression. "Maybe I do, you are way too sexy when you are firm with me and it may make me misbehave more often." I grabbed the jacket's collar and pulled her close for another deep kiss. Who knows why but her presence affected me with the same waking power as caffeine. Almost. We walked out of the studio and up the stairs leading to Sage's place. Good thing she was just on the second floor and it was too early in the morning for anyone to be awake. My top wasn't long enough to cover her so well, it was painfully clear even to a small child what we have been doing. Any encounters with her neighbors would have been super awkward. Not that I cared so much. I was stealing kisses as we ascended the stairs. It was doubtful whether we'd be fully recovered for more sex but I couldn't get enough of her lips. We stopped between the floors so I'd whisper in her ear. She gasped, as each time I was placing my lips next
between the floors so I'd whisper in her ear. She gasped, as each time I was placing my lips next Lilah E. / THE BRAT WITH THE PHOENIX TATTOO: SUMMER / 102 to her earlobe, another sweet weak spot I'd exploit if given the chance. "You know, you are still the same bad girl you used to be. I think you'll spend a lot of time across my knee until you learn there is a huge difference between a good girl spanking and bad girl spanking." Sage laughed and tugged me by the sleeve of my shirt, dragging me to one of the doors near the stairs. "So how does my Master intend to punish me?" She pretended to be busy with the keys and not notice me grinding my body against her ass and reaching out to tease her breasts under the suit jacket. "Mmm, I don't know..." I moved her hair to kiss her neck while she was opening the door. Maybe I should have waited until we were safely inside but the pervert in me urged me to play with her right here, risking for us to be interrupted anytime. "I think you may have the making of a real painslut so I'd have to vary your punishments. But..." I ran my hand down one of her butt cheeks and slid a finger in her ass crack. "I think you'd spend a lot of time without panties so I'd have an easy access to your sweet holes whenever I please." "Wait..." She laughed and turned her head back, still fumbling with the keys and trying to open the door. "Since when not wearing panties counts as a punishment? It sounds like you want to make me misbehave more often." I tugged her hair back so she'd arch her neck and gave her another deep kiss. "You'll be the death of me, Sage." She giggled and pressed her head against my chest. "But you also have to wear a bra." Before she had a chance to protest I noticed we were not alone. A young woman in her mid-twenties with long brown, hair, pretty floral dress and glasses stood in the hallway, clutching some paper to her chest. I had no idea how much of our conversation she had heard but it was enough to make her face go beet red. That was the right moment to urge Sage to open the door faster and apologize to the poor girl. My usual self would have avoided such accidents like they were the clap. The neighbor was standing there as if struck by lightning. Instead of comforting her, though, I gave her my best roguish green and yanked the strap around Sage's neck. "Sorry about that, ma'am," I said in an innocent voice as Sage finally unlocked her place.
"Sorry about that, ma'am," I said in an innocent voice as Sage finally unlocked her place. Lilah E. / THE BRAT WITH THE PHOENIX TATTOO: SUMMER / 103 "My pet and I are just coming home from a walk. She gets savage in the morning." The stranger gasped, put a hand on her mouth and rushed down the hallway, nearly tripping on her flat heels in her embarrassment. "Ouch." I laughed and walked after Sage who was rolling her eyes at me. "I think I may have scared your neighbor away." "Don't be so sure, you may have given her some inspiration when she fingers herself later." We entered and I shut the door behind me. Sage turned around and let my suit jacket slide down her shoulders. "You know what they say, it's always the quiet ones." She turned around and licked her lips seductively. "Aren't you the living proof that the quiet intellectuals are the kinkiest and filthiest ones out there?" My sassy response was interrupted by a pair of fluttering wings. Sage never had the chance to turn the lights on so when the dark body came into my field of peripheral vision I jumped back involuntarily. After a few blinks, it became clear the strange object was a huge butterfly with black wings and bright orange decoration all over them. It flew around until it landed in Sage's hair. She was laughing and rolling her eyes at me. "Poor Paul! Scared of that big, bad butterfly." She seemed totally unfazed by the insect crawling over the back of her neck. "What the hell is that?" I approached her and raised an eyebrow, too shocked to address and punish her sass. "This?" She pointed to the butterfly and shrugged. "I don't know, I had left my windows open the other night because I can't sleep in the heat. This beauty just flew in and made itself at home." "And you didn't try to chase it away?" I pulled her next to me, which made the butterfly shift to Sage's shoulder. "Why? She's harmless. She's also really beautiful." She brushed it off herself anyway and kissed me. "I started drawing her the other day, she'd make a fantastic design for the ladies." "Sage? I must confess something." My voice sounded a little deeper and more dramatic when I said that. I wrapped my arms securely around her and inclined her back as if we were caught in in the middle of a dance. "You are bat shit fucking crazy" The woman in my arms laughed back. As we kissed she raised her foot and the butterfly
The woman in my arms laughed back. As we kissed she raised her foot and the butterfly Lilah E. / THE BRAT WITH THE PHOENIX TATTOO: SUMMER / 104 was flying in circles in the room. *** We took a nice, long shower together, with a lot of erotic play that nearly made us head back to bed for more. Both of us were too tired to do anything more serious than some petting and long kisses under the steam of the hot water. I made sure she was clean all over and used some body lotion on her ass and breasts. She was laying naked on her bed and I was hovering over her, massaging and fondling her abused flesh. Then I realized how exhausted I truly was. Not just of last night. Over the course of the last week, I hardly slept more than two or three hours per night. It would have been amazing if I could lie next to her and finally just relax, enjoy her warm body and peaceful breath. It was not the time for that yet. First, we had to clear the air and I needed to have a difficult conversation with her. After we dried and dressed Sage took me to a nearby diner where we ordered black coffee and some of the biggest breakfast I've seen in my life. She pounced on the food with the fierceness of an animal that has been kept hungry for months. At one point Sage noticed I wasn't eating but looking at her instead. She blushed and leaned back in her seat. "What?" Sage lowered her eyes. "I missed dinner last night, we burnt a lot of calories together and I have ridiculously fast metabolism." "I just thought you looked really cute like a hungry lioness." I reached out to caress her hand and after some uncomfortable silence, the words that have been torturing my mind the whole morning finally dropped out of my lips. "Sage, I owe you an apology. About what happened last night. A huge one. I am not sure it would be enough in our situation but I must ask for it." She froze under my fingers and tried to pull her wrist away but I didn't allow her. I took her palm in mine and held on to it as if hoping that would somehow preserve our fragile connection. "Paul, I already told you, last night was amazing, probably the best night in my life. Why... why are you sorry?" Her eyes were so bright as we left the building earlier and now their pupils dilated again in a sudden rush of anxiety. Shit. I meant to make things better, not freak her out.
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"Last night was more than amazing, it was magic. I never felt like this with any other sub... with anyone. But it doesn't change the fact it was wrong." She paled and I saw the tears glistening in her eyes. "You have really turned revenge into an art form, Paul." Sage pursed her lips and sucked in a breath as she uttered those words with biting voice. "I don't mean it like that, you did nothing wrong. And I'm not trying to get it back to you." I sighed with exasperation and squeezed her hand tighter. "I loved it and you loved it but that was all just a happy coincidence. I could have easily damaged you for life. I didn't know you, I hadn't seen you for years and I just unleashed it all on you without the slightest preparation or discussion." She wiped her face and looked at me with even more confusion than before. "It was childish, petty and very immature of me. You really didn't deserve it over something that happened when we were both kids." "Paul, I don't get what you're talking about." Sage wasn't trying to yank her hand out of my grasp but she also didn't respond to my touch. "Sage, last night..." I took a deep breath and brought her hand to my lips. "It was never meant to be about giving you any pleasure. When I saw you at your studio a week ago all I wanted to do was to give it back to you, to get a revenge for prom night." "But you said it..." She frowned and looked at her cup of coffee, once again avoiding my eyes. I gave her the privacy this time. "You told me you'd give me a taste of my own poison. Isn't that what you meant, that you wanted to break me with pleasure? Is it really a problem at this point? I don't understand..." "My original plan was not about you." I felt some deep shame as I said it. These were probably the most difficult words I've ever uttered, like stones stuck in my throat. "I intended to leave you there, without orgasm, after I had gotten myself off. I wouldn't even take the restraints off. Maybe even call that friend of yours to pick you up so he could see you like this, so you'd feel as small and insignificant as I felt then." "I see..." She looked down and pushed her plate and cup away with her free hand. "I'm sorry." I wouldn't let go of her hand or stop the caressing soothing movements while staring at her. "It was cruel of me, no matter what happened between us back then. I wasn't
staring at her. "It was cruel of me, no matter what happened between us back then. I wasn't Lilah E. / THE BRAT WITH THE PHOENIX TATTOO: SUMMER / 106 completely innocent either. I don't want to lie to you, though. I want to make it right this time, to discuss your limits, set up rules, give you a safeword." "What?" This time, she pulled away from me with force and stared at me with a frown as if I was speaking Martian to her. "Are you fucking serious? Is that what this is all about, so we'd start doing it safe, sane and consensual? Are you trying to come clean about being a jerk or kill my lady boner?" It was my turn to be confused and not sure what to say. Sage saw that and sighed but then she reached out to caress my hand. "Whenever I am in a scene like ours last night... I..." She made a hesitant pause and then continued in a lowered voice. "I want... no, I need to feel helpless, scared, vulnerable, totally out of control and at someone else's mercy. I don't want him to treat me with kid gloves, I need him to push me in a reality where I am as uncomfortable as possible. These safewords and safety precautions... I don't know... they kind of ruin the magic for me. The very knowledge I have a way out is a total turn off." "Is that what it is, Sage? Let me guess, after I tell you this you'd probably explode, tell me how I don't know you and I don't have the right to assume how your mind work." Her little confession worried me more than anything else this morning but it was no time to let doubts stop me. "But it doesn't sound like much of a submission to me. It seems to me that you use the lack of safeword as a way to control the situation, to use your top as a device that would bring you the sensations you need, to have them force you beyond your limits. But you never give yourself fully, do you?" "You talk just like everyone else." "Everyone else?" I couldn't let her hide her feelings from me anymore so I lifted her chin with fingers and stared at her eyes. "Yes, I... It is obvious that is not my first kinky experience, right? Most Doms would eventually give up on me." She swallowed and tapped her fingers on the table, blinking in an attempt to avoid me again. "Sage. I'm not here to judge you." In a rush of bravery, I kissed her cheek and withdrew before she could react. "Just talk to me." "They'd say I was topping from the bottom and that I was a very bad submissive. Or that
"They'd say I was topping from the bottom and that I was a very bad submissive. Or that Lilah E. / THE BRAT WITH THE PHOENIX TATTOO: SUMMER / 107 they couldn't handle my bratty ways." That was a huge red flag even if I couldn't fully trust what someone from her past would say. Sage was a total brat, that was easy to see. Perhaps taming her would be a hell of a difficult job, let alone trying a relationship with such a wild, unpredictable woman. It would be easier if I kept her on my list as another kinky friend with benefits. I couldn't do it, though. I knew what I wanted, and going back to my old ways was no longer an option. "Listen." I brought my face closer to her and cupped her face. "What we did last night was actually rather tame. You have no idea what I'm capable of once I really unleash myself. I can take you to such dark, scary places you'd be at risk of losing your sanity. Once we start the way you want to, there may never be a way back." My lips brushed briefly against hers. "Safewords are also a way for me to keep myself under control. I am ready to give you what you crave but I want to know I can bring you back in one piece, that I wouldn't break or damage you." Sage looked up at me with tension but I could also see she was tempted. My heart was beating so badly at that moment, even worse than last night as I finally got to feel her tightness around me. "If you want to be my sub..." "Yes, about that..." The sparkle of determination I knew so well returned and she pulled back from my grasp. "What makes you so convinced I actually want a relationship with you? Let alone submit to you? Just because we had a sexy night and morning together?" "Sage, I..." "Help me out, Paul, because I really don't understand you." Sage grabbed the edges of the table and glared at me. Her voice was trembling as she uttered the next words with viciousness. "You treated me like dirt in high school. Yes, I was being a nuisance, I admit it, but you were a prick. Then you make some convoluted plan for revenge because I... I guess I humiliated you by being your first woman? I wasn't good enough back then?" When I tried to cut in a word she raised her hand. "Let me finish. Now you have a sudden change of heart and you decide you want me? You didn't even mention about wanting me as your girlfriend, just as your... plaything, I guess, some private whore. You are so fickle... and you expect my trust and
your... plaything, I guess, some private whore. You are so fickle... and you expect my trust and Lilah E. / THE BRAT WITH THE PHOENIX TATTOO: SUMMER / 108 submission?" A tear ran down her cheek and this time, she didn't try to stop me from seeing it. "Help me understand, Paul. I'm a simple soul, I don't understand the calculations that move the world ahead or that define our lives, or how to determine the risk you wouldn't damage me for life." I suppressed my urge to kiss and comfort her, to tell her I'd never harm her again, even if I wanted to hurt her physically. I needed to be honest right in that moment. That was really difficult, especially when she was so close and made my mind dizzy. "Sage." I removed my hands from her and raised them. "I can't turn back time. Yes, I was a prick and a snobby jerk to you. To many people. I admit it that I was an asshole. Maybe I still I am. I said some unjustified, cruel things to you. I made you cry." "You didn't." She spat out and crossed her arms before her chest. "I know I did. That time, when we made the bet, in the bathroom." Sage turned her head away and dig her fingers in her lithe arms. "It's okay to admit it, Sage. I hurt your feelings badly that day. So... I can't turn back time but I can make things right from now on. If you'd allow me." "Paul..." She uttered and wiped some tears away. "Is it some trick to make my humiliation even more stinging when I find out the truth? Because that would be way too cruel, bordering on monstrous. I also admit I was trying to make your life harder and I am not an entirely innocent victim. However, if you are tricking me..." "I've never been more sincere," I said simply. "As for my revenge... Yesterday while you were begging me and I finally got what I thought I wanted I realized revenge was always just a mean to an end." "Okay. Now you completely lost me. Damn it... If I've known we'd be l this conversation I would have gotten some whiskey with that coffee." She took a sip of the strong, black liquid. "I've wanted nothing more than meeting you again. The only way I could make peace with it, though, was to persuade myself it was with the purpose of revenge." Her frown deepened and I cleared my throat. "I was crazy about you from the moment we met. Admitting it was the hard part." "Because a smart guy with a bright future like you can't be with a trailer trash like me no
"Because a smart guy with a bright future like you can't be with a trailer trash like me no Lilah E. / THE BRAT WITH THE PHOENIX TATTOO: SUMMER / 109 matter how hard I get you?" That was the trickiest part of my confession, the moment where I risked to lose Sage forever. "Yes. I didn't think you were good enough. I judged you before I got to know you and after that, I wasn't strong enough to admit I was wrong, that you were different from the trashy slut you were acting like. Also..." She hadn't stormed off the diner yet so that was a good sign. "You were the first girl who made me realize my dominant urges. No one else made me feel... so much, in such an intense way. That time when you first bent over to pick up the books..." I looked at her with heated eyes, trying to show her exactly how I felt on that afternoon as I caught her scent for the first time. "I wasn't sure what was turning me on more, how hot you looked or how much I wanted to spank you in front of everyone until you learned how to behave." Sage gasped and reached out to my hand. Her expression was suddenly as frenzy as last night when I pinned her against the chair. "Damn it, Paul... Why didn't you do it? Well, perhaps not in front of everyone but after, when we were alone. It would have saved us so much time and grief." She hurried up to add. "I'll admit it as well... before we met I was used to seeing men and boys as playthings, especially when most of them were so easy to manipulate. It amused me to see them rendered speechless and fall apart just because of a short skirt and a pair of sexy legs. You were the first who didn't bend over. Just the sound of your voice made me ridiculously wet. I hoped that one day you'd get tired of my tricks and you'd give me what I craved." "Well... that explains a lot. I wish you had told me too." I reached forward and finally kissed her as I wanted to. She didn't protest too much and kissed me back just as passionately. It was finally possible to enjoy her without the added guilt. "Ask you politely to dominate me?" Sage teased me when I let go of her lips. "That would kind of defy the purpose, wouldn't it? Anyway... are you sure you don't want me just because I'm a convenient fuck toy you can use and discard when I am no longer necessary?" "I want you because you are a bright, inspiring woman, an amazing artist and the kinkiest slutty kitten I've ever fucked," I grinned wickedly at her and reached under the table,
kinkiest slutty kitten I've ever fucked," I grinned wickedly at her and reached under the table, Lilah E. / THE BRAT WITH THE PHOENIX TATTOO: SUMMER / 110 beneath her short skirt, knowing she wasn't wearing any panties as I ordered. Sage spread her legs and allowed me to caress her moist pussy lips. "You are also in a desperate need of a firm man and hand in your life." "Well, who knows, you might be worth the safewords." She winked at me and moaned as I kissed her. "So..." I looked down at our tangled hands with shyness. "Do you think we can give it a try?" "Being a couple?" Sage sighed and ran her fingers on the scratched surface. "I don't know, Paul... I mean, we match so well in sex but is it enough? We are polar opposites." "Perhaps." I kept caressing her wrist, trying to suppress my doubts with that simple gesture. "We'd never learn until we try. Because you know what? That may be the exact thing to keep us together. I was never very warm or loving person..." "You don't say." She chuckled nervously. "Well, I show tenderness and care to the women I've dominated, that's a fact. It was always forced, though, as an obligation." I hesitated for a second and then looked up at her. "It is the right thing to do and part of my responsibilities but I never enjoyed it all that much. I never had to fake it with you... it just felt natural to take care of you. It is still too early and it's probably a super corny thing to confess but I think you bring out my caring and softer side. I see no reason why we can't explore each other." "That was surprisingly poetic even if corny as hell." Sage smiled and said with a lower voice. "The thing is that... I'm not a very nice girl. I don't think I even have what it takes to be someone's girlfriend or submissive for a long time. I left a string of broken hearts behind me and... I don't know how to make a relationship last. If I have to be totally honest with myself and you it was usually my fault when things would fall apart. And no, I wasn't dating nasty, abusive assholes who'd cheat on me. I've been with some really nice, sensitive and sweet guys." She closed her eyes and breathed out. Her fingers tangled with mine as her words kept flowing. "They didn't deserve what I did to them. I was never intentionally mean or trying to break them on purpose. It just happened. I'd get anxious, get bored and... do something stupid that would always lead to bad consequences for all of us." Finally, Sage faced me and said in a firm yet sad voice. "If you really want a relationship with me you must know the dirty truth of the woman I
voice. "If you really want a relationship with me you must know the dirty truth of the woman I Lilah E. / THE BRAT WITH THE PHOENIX TATTOO: SUMMER / 111 am. I may end up hurting you, cheating on you and disappointing you. Don't do this just because you want to save me, Paul. I don't think I can be saved. One of those men who tried to be my Doms said I was damaged goods. He is probably right." I leaned forward to her without hesitation and responded in the same way she did, without flinching from her words. "Sage, I'm a terrible boyfriend. All my relationships ended because I've been an obsessed workaholic and I never gave those women what they really needed. An emotional connection, care, love. I always had trouble dealing with those emotions. I'll try to adjust myself to you, to make more compromises and not treat you like you're my kinky fuck buddy. I really want to make it work but I may not change... even for you. If you are damaged goods then so am I. How could I think I am entitled to save you? I may try to correct you and keep you in line, to give a structure to your chaos. I am convinced that you need it." "So..." She smiled sadly. "We are two fucked-up people with issues that run a whole mile. How can we ever think this would work? It sounds like a formula for an absolute disaster." "I've been playing it safe all my life. I want to take that risk because I'm sure you are worth it." The sadness in her eyes started melting just like the cubes left their trails on her skin yesterday. Sage pressed her forehead to mine and held my hand in hers. We sat there for a long time as the sun outside was getting hotter and casting its rays down on us. It was the start of another heated, dirty summer day... and a new even hotter chapter of my life. "So, if you want to take a risky route how about we skip the safe, sane and consensual and go for the good stuff?" She blinked and gave me her best innocent face. It quickly turned into a grimace of pain as she got a sharp, stinging slap on her thigh. "Stop trying to manipulate me, kitten. You forget I know all your tricks. Each time you try to top me from the bottom I'll remind you who is in charge." "You are no fun." She pouted but the arousal was clear in her laughing eyes. I reached down to seal the deal with a kiss. When our lips met I was once again possessed by the doubt I was making the worst mistake of my life. That woman was trouble and that short conversation revealed me more red flags than our entire history together.
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Right then, in the beautiful summer light that was shining through the window, I couldn't care less. I was in love for the first time in my life and wanted to ride the wave with Sage Phoenix until the end. Time would tell what our story would be, whether she would be the best thing that ever happened to me or my demise. I reached out and tasted the forbidden truth. I'd soon learn if it was sweet nectar or poison. Meanwhile, I was too busy enjoying its taste.
THE END TO BE CONTINUED
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Author's Note The Brat With The Phoenix Tattoo was intended as simply a short and sexy summer novella dedicated on the summer fling between two polar opposites who get the unexpected chance to find each other again and let go of all that stopped them from being together in the past. I meant it as a cute love story with lots of steamy and hardcore action. You can currently read it exactly that way, the story can be read as a complete one, it even has a happy ending... or a happy for now ending. If you want, you can stop reading here and just assume that Paul and Sage got their happily ever after, they got married and had lots of babies, if you wish. However, I grew attached to them and decided there was more to their stormy relationship that could be explored in their upcoming seasons together. So, the Summer fragment will be followed by Fall, Winter and Spring. Have in mind that those books will be as different as the seasons they represent. Some of them will be darker than others, even uncomfortable. The
E. / THE BRAT WITH PHOENIX TATTOO: SUMMER / 114 seasons theyLilah represent. Some of them willTHE be darker than others, even uncomfortable. The characters will go through a lot... and even I am not sure about the ending though I'm more inclined to make it uplifting one. However, I'm a firm believer that the characters define the ending so I can't make any promises. All I can say is that I'll make it sound as true as possible. If you want, the journey may stop here for you. If you want, you can follow me down the rabbit hole for a long, emotional ride. The choice is yours. Right now my priority is The Unorthodox Trilogy. However, I'll most likely publish the Fall and Winter before Christmas or at the beginning of 2017. I'll keep you posted in my newsletter if you decide to sign up. If stars align well the full boxed set of the four parts will be ready for Valentine's Day next year. Thank you for reading my book. Don't forget that I always write faster when I am sure I'm not talking to myself and receive a feedback. Enjoy what little is left of the summer, be honest with each other and don't forget to ask the professionals if you ever decide to play with electricity. :) Lots of love, --
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CHAPTER 4 We walked down the stairs in complete silence. Occasionally, I stole glances at Thomas but it only made my heart pound even harder. His expression behind his glasses remained just as calm as his earlier tone of voice. There was no way to guess what was going on in his head, which just added to my physical discomfort. I looked down and clenched my hands, trying to deal with an even stronger sensation. The nervousness was dampening the apex of my thighs and the wet spot of lust on the front of my panties was getting larger. The thin silk would usually bring me comfort and cool down the waves of lust. At this moment, though, every small touch of the fabric against my skin was enhancing the sudden ache.
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It made no sense. Thomas had barely touched me and I wasn't attracted to him, even if his body felt incredible next to mine. Then why was I having such an intense physical reaction to him? Earlier, when he'd shown me the house, I'd completely missed the door he was now taking me to. It was right beside the coat rack at the foot of the staircase on the first floor. However, the entryway was painted in a soft shade of blue, which matched the walls, so it was really easy to miss. Clearly, my ability to notice details had taken a day off. I'd also failed to notice the chain hanging around Thomas's neck. His black shirt was unbuttoned enough for me to see the simple silver links. He gave me a very light smile, which didn't reach his eyes, and removed the chain from his neck, pulling it over his head. There was a small key dangling from it that Thomas used to unlock the mystery door. He held it open and reached out to turn the lights on. The sight of steps winding down to what was probably a basement didn't help me feel any less nervous. From what I could see, the space was free of webs and dirt. However, with Thomas being so elusive about his plans, I was more than a little reluctant to step inside. The steep stairs were lit up by such a dim bulb that I could not distinguish anything beyond them. "After you, ma'am." That deceptive smile appeared on his face again. "Just be careful with your high heels. I'd hate for you to tumble down the stairs." "Thomas, I don't think–" "Lina..." His fingers grasped my shoulder again and massaged it soothingly. "You've known me for years. Have I ever let you down or abused your trust?" "No, but–" "Then trust me again. Now, you must be aware by now I'm a firm believer in the DRY1 principle." Thomas smiled wider, leaning into me, and brought his face to mine. "Get inside, Lina. Now," he whispered and stepped back. There weren't many people in the world entitled to tell me what to do. Orders caused nothing but irritation in me. I was the woman in charge at all times and everyone knew it, but the
Lilah E. /I THE BRAT WITH THE PHOENIX SUMMER 117the but irritation in me. was the woman in charge at all timesTATTOO: and everyone knew it,/but
moment his voice caressed and whipped my hearing, I nodded and did as he commanded. I moved past his lean frame as if in a dream and stepped into the unknown like Alice down the rabbit hole. Little did I know crossing the basement's threshold would be the point of no return. As I went down, the cold temperature of the basement made me shiver. The structure didn't smell of mold and rot as expected. The stone walls that set up the foundation of the house kept it rather chilly, though. There was no time to study my surroundings. It happened so quickly I couldn't even turn around. The next second the door slammed behind me, the flip of a switch reverberated in the empty space and the room was drawn into pitchblack darkness. A quiet scream escaped my throat and I nearly lurched forward. Six inch heels were really not the best option to balance on such a narrow staircase. Especially when the lights were off. I couldn't even make out the outline of my own body and the black walls started to close in around me like a snare. The sweat from earlier was back in full force and its icy droplets were running down my back and legs. "Thomas?" I cried out with panic rising in my voice. Fuck not being a damsel in distress! The little bastard had scared the hell out of me. "Thomas, where are you? This isn't funny." Clearly, that was just my opinion. Shortly after my desperate shout in the dark, the space boomed with his laughter. He wrapped his sinewy arm around my waist and turned me around to face him. Fear was strangling me so hard I was unable to utter a word, but at least I was not alone. That was the only thing preventing me from choking him to death. Another hissing sound cut through the air and Thomas's face revealed itself to me in the light of a burning matchstick. He looked so damned pleased with himself, feeling my body with one hand and holding the only source of light in the other. "Now at least I know why I never visited your house before. Is this what you do with all your guests?" My words would have sounded badass or authoritative in other circumstances but not when my voice was shaking. "Why, boss, don't tell me you're afraid of a little darkness?" His fingers kept rubbing the upper area of my waist and he didn't loosen his grip one bit. "You nearly gave me a heart attack," I hissed and tried to release myself from his grasp but he
"You nearly a heart hissed and tried to release myself from /his Lilahgave E. / me THE BRATattack," WITH ITHE PHOENIX TATTOO: SUMMER 118grasp but he was not keen on letting me go yet. I should have been mad but I enjoyed his strong embrace. How messed up was that? "Stand still while I light the candle. Whatever you think, breaking your neck isn't part of my plan." His lips curled in a mischievous smile. "I told you, no harm will come to you, Lina... Unless you ask for it like a good girl. Don't move, okay?" If my heart had been beating loudly before we entered, now it threatened to destroy my ribcage. The raw taste of fear was like acid on my tongue when Thomas let go of me and proceeded to light a big, thick candle. The flame killed the darkness in one shot but didn't ease the horror raping my brain. Fuck, I needed a cigarette. "There really is no need to tremble so violently, Lina. You're not in Silence of the Lambs." He was whispering but his voice echoed through the basement. "Where the hell did you get that candle?" Honestly, it wasn't the most logical question to concern myself with, but people are rarely rational when they are scared shitless. "Magic." Thomas refused to elaborate further and raised the tall wax column so it would light the way down. "Go ahead and step carefully." "I must be losing my mind." I groaned in exasperation but obeyed once again, in the hope that my mild-mannered protégé wasn't suffering from a gruesome case of split personality. Every step down to the murky terrain was testing my trust in him. Why I didn't try to demand my way out was anybody's guess. At one point, I started to make peace with the thought that I would never leave this place alive. The descent couldn't have taken more than a minute or so but in my mind, it was an infinite crawl to hell. We reached the ground floor but I wasn't sure whether to be happy about it. The candlelight was strong but it was still hard to figure out the contents of the room. Thomas told me to stop at the foot of the stairs. He moved past me and our flesh brushed for a minute, which caused the thrill of arousal to run through my hard clit again. It's all some sick manipulation. I'm not attracted to him! Or was I? "Don't move. I need to make some adjustments." Thomas circulated around the room, lighting candles at different spots. Gradually, the darkness lost the battle with the sinister streaks
lighting candles at different spots.WITH Gradually, darkness TATTOO: lost the battle with the/sinister Lilah E. / THE BRAT THEthe PHOENIX SUMMER 119 streaks of fire. It was dark at this point but I could see what type of place he had dragged me into. It shouldn't have come as a surprise given all his small hints. Still, the hopeful, naïve part of me wasn't prepared for the sight revealed before my eyes. If I'd thought the rooms upstairs were spacious it was only because I hadn't seen the basement. It covered at least two thousand feet and its ceiling was high. At least there wouldn't be chance for my claustrophobia to kick in. The ambiance of a medieval torture chamber was enhanced well by the frigid stone walls, the foggy illumination, and the manacles hanging from the top of the room. I narrowed my eyes in an attempt to make their out shape. The highest point of the ceiling and the floor had several eyebolts mounted. A few long chains with D-rings at the end were hanging from the set on the ceiling. There was a wooden frame next to the center of the basement in an X shape. I recognized it as a basic St. Andrew's cross but the restraints installed at each of the four ends of the device were much shorter and had leather cuffs instead of rings. The leather spanking bench to its right looked like regular fitness equipment. I wasn't supposed to know the names of these tools and I'd never officially admit that I was aware of how some of them were used. A few years previously, I'd been having my Saturday glass of wine and felt a sudden rush of naughtiness. So, in the middle of the night, I decided to place an order for a new vibrator. The BDSM section attracted my attention while browsing through the sex shop website, and before I realized it, I'd spent nearly three hours looking at all sort of devices on the web. My curiosity was piqued so the next step was to watch some porn clips. That led me to fingering myself while the girl on the screen was whipped with a flogger. The act was so wrong but her face expressed pure joy, accepting the pain, reveling in it. In that moment, I longed to be in her place. Of course, the following morning I dutifully wiped my browser history clean and decided that was just some temporary madness. It was all because of the alcohol and horniness. But the memories had stayed with me and resurfaced sometimes when I masturbated. For a moment, I pictured myself bent over along the length of the bench with my ass presented for spanking. It made my nipples throb with arousal. There was not enough time to dwell on those unexpected, shameful fantasies. I heard the
There was not enough time to dwell on those unexpected, shameful fantasies. I heard the Lilah E. / THE BRAT WITH THE PHOENIX TATTOO: SUMMER / 120 creaking sound of a door opening and gazed in the direction from which the sound was coming. The fear defeated my unnatural arousal and I kept staring into the darkness, on edge. It turned out Thomas had merely opened the door of a massive, four-winged wardrobe where the rest of his "gear" was. He crooked his finger and invited me with a come-here gesture. When I approached him, I had a better chance to take a look at the contents. I was familiar with some of the whipping devices such as a traditional flogger with long leather tendrils, and different sized canes. I traced my fingers along the small, rectangular paddles and imagined them whipping my skin. The sudden excitement made me freeze on the spot, gasping in shock and lust. Thomas observed my reaction closely, a satisfied smirk on his face. The single tail whips and cat o'nine tails had metal spikes at the ends of their fronds. An unpleasant shiver ran through me at the sight and I shifted my gaze to the other compartments of Thomas's naughty cupboard. It was filled with sex toys, most of which were wrapped. I had been to sex shops offering less variety compared than this collection of dildos, butt plugs and vibrators. A small box set with different bullet vibes was set aside. One of them strongly reminded me of the lighter Thomas had helped me with earlier. I nearly giggled at the thought of him using the vibe on me at the fire escape while everyone was supposed to be working. Working. That broke the weird spell I'd been under ever since he lit the candles. My damned employee had just taken me to a fucking torture dungeon! He clearly had every intention of throwing me in the deep end of sexual submission. And what was my reaction? Feeling like some giddy schoolgirl. What the hell, Riley? Scream at him. Threaten him. You should be pissed off and not horny. Get a grip! For a few brief minutes, though, my mind had completely switched off and I was filled with a hot excitement about all the possibilities this place offered. No, no, this should stop! "Do you like it, boss?" Thomas interrupted my confused thoughts. He was regarding me as a study subject. That realization made it easier for me to come back to my senses. "It's still far from what I have in mind but we've got everything necessary to begin your training." My forced laughter echoed throughout the cave-like room. I crossed my arms over my chest,
My forced laughter echoed throughout the cave-like room. I crossed my arms over my chest, Lilah E. / THE BRAT WITH THE PHOENIX TATTOO: SUMMER / 121 causing friction from the silk blouse against my nipples. It was no time to be aroused, but they were swollen and hardened. "Someone has been watching too much Fifty Shades of Grey." Thomas didn't blink at my bitter sarcasm or acknowledge my remark. Instead, he reached out to pick a cane from his kinky wardrobe. His long fingers wrapped around the handle and twirled it in the air in a casual yet careful manner so he wouldn't hit me by accident. "You said you've been smoking since your teenage years. I've personally witnessed how many packs a day you've been destroying and I can only imagine how much worse things have gotten. This is a deeply rooted habit and it can't be removed with traditional measures, as you said yourself." I followed the movement of the stick between his fingers. "So you think turning me into a masochistic fuck puppet will solve my issues?" Thomas laughed sincerely, grabbed the cane by both ends and raised it over his head as if stretching his shoulders before an exercise. "Ah, Lina, you've got such a way with words. That has a sweet ring to it." He winked and leaned forward. "But we're not quite there yet, tigress." "Watch your mouth, Thomas. You still work for me." "Not while you're in here." The young man put the cane back in the cupboard and came closer to me. He took a hold of my chin and made me look him straight in the eyes. It was clear his playful mood had evaporated. Thomas caressed my skin with his fingertips as he kept talking. "I'm well aware of what you're going through, Lina. You make up your mind to finally cut the cord with your bad habit, but then life seems harder without the cloud of smoke around you. Over the years, you've learned to associate your bad habit with a sense of peace and quiet. So of course, you long to get back to the state of bliss and so you fail. Each time you fail, it gets harder to resist during the next attempt. Self-denial and pulling yourself together doesn't work." "Thanks for the psychoanalysis, Doctor Freud, but you do realize you're not telling me anything new, don't you?" I breathed in and closed my eyes. Don't let him get in your head.
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He released my face from his firm grip, and a sudden wave of frustration rushed over me. His warm fingers had made me feel so protected. Protected from what? From him? You're unraveling. Get out of that nuthouse now before it gets worse! "How exactly do you plan to help me?" I asked and looked down at one of the large pink vibrators. "By conditioning your brain." Thomas walked around me, and for the second time that evening, his warm palms rested on the back of my neck. What was more irritating? That I allowed him to touch me in all sorts of creepy manners or that I loved it too much to tell him to stop? "You will never succeed if you think of cigarettes as your safe harbor. That is why I'll use the carrot and stick method to get you in the right frame of mind. It's crucial that you learn to associate smoking with pain and distress, but I'll need your submission and obedience for it to work." Those two words made my pussy get even slicker and made my erect nipples hurt with longing. But why? What game was he playing? "Forget it, Thomas. If this is some convoluted plan to put me in a humiliating position, you really don't know me well enough." My anger and disappointment pushed the lust away and gave me some temporary balance. "Are you in this alone? Or there are other pranksters who wanted to see the boss make a fool of herself?" Thomas didn't tremble at my accusation and moved his lips to my ear. "That's another problem I noticed. You keep all your tension bottled up instead of finding a healthy outlet. You're obsessed with the thought of being seen as weak and this is your biggest vulnerability. Quite ironic." "What else, doctor?" I snapped and turned to face him with determination. "What else do you assholes discuss behind my back? Let me guess. I'm a frigid ice queen in serious need of getting laid? Well, you know what? I've got absolutely no problem in the sex department. I lead a healthy and normal intimate life. I actually happen to have a very high sex drive. So, please, keep me out of your locker room talk!" It wasn't entirely true, but he had no business digging into my brain anyway. "You can't spank the smoking out of me. How about we forget this
into my brain anyway. "You can't spank the smoking out of me. How about we forget this Lilah E. / THE BRAT WITH THE PHOENIX TATTOO: SUMMER / 123 evening ever happened?" "Do you know what is funny, Lina?" Thomas raised his hands in comic defeat but his eyes gleamed with satisfaction. "You're the one who keeps bringing sex up, naughty girl. I hadn't mentioned any sexual play yet. Discipline, punishment and rewards can happen entirely without it." He took a step closer and pressed his lips to my neck. "You should have told me earlier you wanted me, boss." "Quit joking around." His kiss and its intensity weren't a joke at all, though. His lips traced a line down my neck and I had to force myself to think of the least pleasurable things so it wouldn't affect me. I pushed him away and said in a stern, clipped voice, "I hope this isn't some sick revenge against your mother. If I wanted to be punished, I would prefer it to be for my own sins. I've done too much for you to deserve it, though. Did you really hate me all these years?" "What?" Thomas raised his eyebrows and blinked a few times, completely caught by surprise. "Lina, I never thought I'd hear such a silly assumption from you. My mother doesn't even look like you. If anything, you're her total opposite. Besides, she and I are trying to patch things up right now. She's finally realizing her mistakes. Whatever anger I felt for her is gone." His hands found their way to my shoulders and he gave me his typical mischievous smile. "I'm deeply grateful for all you do for me. I admire you. That's why I want to help you deal with your problem. It's a shame such a strong woman is a slave to nicotine." "There are much worse addictions, Thomas." The sudden shame confused my emotions even further. The thought that somehow I hadn't lived up to his expectations, that I wasn't a role model, made no sense, but the feeling resurfaced and it hurt. "That is true." He kissed my forehead in a chaste manner and placed his palms on my shoulders, applying deep pressure. "But there are much better ones as well. I won't try to persuade you. Do you want my help, Lina?" "Let me go." My voice reverted to its trembling, broken state. His warmth, comfort and understanding were too much. There was no way we'd make it out of this situation in one piece. "Please. You promised you wouldn't force me into anything I was not comfortable with." "Of course." His sigh was soaked with so much sadness it broke my heart. When I raised my
"Of course." His sigh was soaked with so much sadness it broke my heart. When I raised my Lilah E. / THE BRAT WITH THE PHOENIX TATTOO: SUMMER / 124 eyes to him, he had the key lying on his extended left palm. "Go ahead, run scared. I hope you enjoy going back to the embrace of your comfortable slavery. But please..." His eyes turned into cold shards of glass as he uttered the next words. "Quit repeating your bullshit phrase 'one should always do what they're afraid of', because it's a lie." I was about to pick the key up and go back to my familiar life – the job, the company, the cigarettes, the next big contract – but his words unleashed my anger. How dare he? "I'm not scared, Thomas." My words bubbled with irritation. "Whips and chains aren't new to me. I've tried something like it. I hated it. And I have better things to do with my time." "Oh?" He picked up the silver chain and dangled the key once again in front of my eyes. "Really, Lina? Why don't you tell me more about your secret kinkster life?" "That... is none of your business." "That's really cute. A teenage attitude from a woman in her mid-thirties." He laughed again and extended the key back to me. "You were probably not introduced by the right person. But anyway, don't forget to get your blazer on your way out." I clutched the small metal plate, my ticket out of this madness, but my feet refused to move from their spot. It would be so easy to ignore this evening, to write it off as a figment of my imagination. My life would continue in a chain of gray smoke, day after day, and the memory would fade away. "What would you expect of me if I stayed? How does it... work?" I expected the little brat would show smug satisfaction at my defeat. Instead, he just took the key out of my hand. "I'd expect you to trust that all my actions are with your best interests in mind. I'd also require you to switch off your overactive mind and do as you're told. My plan includes pushing you beyond your limits. It would require me to get in your head. You've got to be honest with me at all times. Your sass is charming but I won't tolerate any disobedience or lies. Do you understand?" The rigid tone of his voice and the determination Thomas showed were slowly negating our age gap. Even if I wanted to, I could no longer think of him as the scared boy from our first meeting.
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"What if I hated it? Would you continue?" "You'd have a safeword. I usually go with 'red' but for our purposes, I want you to think of something you'll always remember, no matter how distressed you are." Thomas went back to the wardrobe to pick up a pair of handcuffs. "I'd also restrain you a lot. Is that something you'd be comfortable with?" I shrugged and my eyes slid over the different devices he was planning to use on me. It must have been too long a moment of pondering because Thomas cleared his throat. "Lina? I need your answer. Make up your mind already. My time is just as precious as yours." The whipping notes in his voice made me snap out of my catatonic state. "This must forever remain our secret. No one will ever learn of this night." He sighed and rubbed his forehead, then cast his gaze back at me. "We need to work on your trust issues, beautiful, but, if it's so important to you, I cross my heart and swear no one will ever learn of your submission." He really insisted on hammering the point. "I also have no obligation to continue this... arrangement past this night." "In time, Lina. All in time." Thomas put the chain back around his neck. "If you're a good girl you may earn the right to this key. Before we continue, let me know your hard limits and safeword. You're pretty new so... just think of anything you'd absolutely hate to happen." I'm crazy. Years of hard work had driven me to absolute insanity. A few minutes later, I sighed in defeat. "Blood, permanent scars or anything to do with body fluids." "Ah... so you wouldn't want me to fill your pretty mouth with cum?" Thomas probably expected me to be embarrassed but fuck him. I was neither a blushing maiden nor a prudish nun so he'd see a truly shameless side of me. "I don't mind that." My grin got bolder and I raised my chin in defiance. "Just be careful not to embarrass yourself and cum too quickly, brat."
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I never expected he'd be capable of moving so quickly. In less than a few seconds, Thomas had crossed the distance between us. He grabbed a loose tendril of my bun and yanked it back until my back arched. I moaned in pain. His face moved closer to mine and I expected to read anger and irritation in his expression. "Never, ever speak to me that way again, little one. You're my property while in this room until you earn the key back, so I expect you to treat me with respect. Do you understand?" The unnatural calm in his low voice was more intimidating than the loudest yell of anger. "Y-yes. Ouch." I frowned when he pinched my nipples hard. "Don't be so touchy. I was just being playful." "This is amusing. It seems like we've finally found out who the real brat is. I knew you'd be a handful. Now, Lina..." Thomas pulled my hair again. "Your safeword." I went through every possible word with an intimate meaning for me. It was even harder to think when he was pulling my hair so hard the skin of my scalp was stinging. The power play was driving me wild, as if my entire body had turned into a big erogenous zone. It blurred my ability to form any coherent thoughts. The word that finally came out of my lips surprised us both. "Infinity."
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Stroker Ace
Stroker Ace has been nominated for the BDSM Writers Con 2016 Golden Flogger Awards for BEST BDSM Book of the Year in Ménage category. Evan and Annabelle remember when they had a perfect marriage. Though they don't want to admit it their relationship is on the verge of falling apart, plagued with myriad of insecurities, frustration and deeply rooted sexual repression. Evan still loves his wife yet Annabelle's hostile attitude and uptight behavior could strain the patience of a saint. Annabelle still loves her husband yet she is ashamed and afraid of her own dark, lustful desires and needs. Enters Kitty – the beautiful damsel in distress, robbed and left all alone in the rain. When they accept the miserable girl at their home all the stakes will get higher. What will happen when their guest challenges them to play a game that would change their life? Will their marriage be completely ripped apart by the end of the night? Is love stronger than lust? Or will they find unexpected freedom by indulging their wild side?
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Foreshadowing: A Night To Remember
"I wouldn't want you to be too dutiful. It's important that you are as free in your behavior as you can be so we can reveal the natural woman in you. This is a lovely dress. But I think we both want you to get your beautiful body exposed. Get up very slowly and strip. Then stand still, with your legs apart, your back straight and your hands away from your hips. I want to take a good look at you." The sensual world of mysterious erotica writer, Cristophe Sabitini, fascinated Sophie Edwards once she opened his first book. It shaped her into the woman she was – bold, confident and sexually adventurous. When her job as an editor at a major publishing company granted her the chance to meet her long-adored idol, Sophie would be put to the test. Could she resist the masked man with the velvet voice whose sensual words made her melt? Their fateful encounter will push her beyond her limits and make her experience her most decadent and scandalous fantasies. How far will Sophie go in her quest of self-discovery and erotic freedom? Will she reveal the man behind the mask?
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