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“It’s a bit strange putting on makeup next to you,” I said as I applied my eyeliner.
“Why? It’s the little things that make it real. This, this is real. The bullshit of dating has been cut out, and we can get down to the core of the relationship.”
His words made sense. It took months to become acquainted with someone when there were only weekly dates and scattered phone calls. There was no way to really know a person until you lived with them.
I glanced at his reflection in the mirror. His five o’clock shadow was beginning to appear, which made him even more handsome. I envisioned how the roughness would feel rubbing against my inner thighs and clit.
“May I borrow that?” He pointed to my eyeliner. It was a strange request, but I handed it over. I watched him apply and smudge it. I’d never dated a man who wore makeup, let alone mine.
I eyed him from head to toe. He was in tight dark jeans, expensive boots, a black shirt topped off with a military-style jacket and several scarves around his neck. His hands were adorned with several thick, chunky silver rings. His hair was loose, wavy, and flowed to his shoulders. And now the makeup. It was the first time I’d seen him playing the role of rock star. It made my pussy throb and my blood pressure increase. I couldn’t wait for this night to end so I could fuck him again.
I flirtatiously dropped my mascara wand, bending over, pantyless and exposing my rear for him to see. I rose slowly, catching his eye. He playfully smacked my ass and released an evil laugh.
“I’m going to ravage you tonight for doing that.” He grabbed my hair and pulled me back, pressing his body against mine. He pulled my head farther, arching my neck so I was looking up at him. “Just you wait. But it’s getting late. We need to go.” His playfulness changed as he released me from his grip.
I dressed quickly, slipping into a little black dress and heels. Val reentered the bedroom and eyed my outfit. He approached me. “Take off your panties,” he said with a straight face.
His voice was demanding; I tried to resist. “What? Why?” I protested humorously.
“Take off your panties,” he said again, growling, confirming his command.
I contemplated saying no but stopped myself. Was the sexy rock star beckoning me to be his slave? My curiosity got the best of me. I slipped off my panties and dropped them on the floor, waiting to see where it would lead.
“Let’s go.” Val headed toward the door.
“Not the reaction I was expecting from you,” I called out, following him.
“Oh, you’ll have plenty of reaction tonight,” he mumbled as we headed into the crisp autumn night. The air was chilly, and my nipples stiffened, the turgid points obvious through my dress. I wrapped my coat around myself to hide them.
“Don’t think I didn’t see that,” he whispered, opening the door to the car. “I want you to lift your dress when you sit down so your pussy is touching the seat.”
I shot him a sideways glance. I wasn’t sure what his intentions were, but I did as he requested.
The car drove off to his parents', leaving the safety of our home behind. I touched his arm. “What’s going on?”
His eyes danced. He leaned down into my ear and murmured in a guttural voice, “I’ve fucked you, I’ve made love to you, and now I’m going to dominate you.” He paused, opening his mouth slowly, softly touching the outside of my ear. “I want you to follow whatever I instruct you to do. You will relinquish control to me.” His hand slid under my dress.
This was the first time I had seen him like this, commanding, in charge, and so fucking sexy. I had seen the sensitive artist, the normal guy, and now the demanding star. I had three different men to sleep with. I was a lucky gal.
I eyed him lustily. “All right, I’ll play your game.” I knew exactly what I was in for, or so I thought.
Val leaned in and bit my neck. “Open your legs.” His hand pressed