Free Sharing the Sheets by Natalie Weber Page B

slightly bent and look up to him. His eyes were closed and it seemed that he was enjoying his retaliation against his girl.
    â€œYes. Show me . . . There’s no turning back now,” he whispered facing the ceiling.
    I licked my lips and took him into my warm, wet mouth deeply. He moaned and pushed on the back of my head almost making me gag. After a few strokes he pulled me up and stepped out of his pants then pulled his boxers off.
    â€œBend over. I don’t want to see your face.”
    After those words, my emotions took a turn. “What?” Before I could step back he turned me around and bent me over. I struggled a bit to make it rougher. Little did he know I liked playing the submissive type. Meeting a man who liked to take control was exactly what I was looking for.
    Mark jammed his raw six inches into me. I received him like a linebacker, pushing every time he pumped into me. Our grunts became animalistic. He slapped my ass and it drove me insane. I bucked like a horse and screamed for him to fuck me in my ass. I wanted the intensity and passion to overrule the slightest hint of pain. When my body fell into an orgasmic state there was nothing I wouldn’t do to keep that feeling.
    We went at it like two dogs in heat. He pinched at my nipples, pulled on my hair, slapped his six inches across my face and I loved every minute of it. I think he did too because all the bitches, hoes, and hits I was getting made him cum all over me quite a few times. I think after his fifth shot over my body, he collapsed to the floor next to me.
    â€œWe need a shower,” I whispered.
    â€œYes, we do,” he replied in a miserable tone.
    By the look on his face, he was trying to eliminate the worst mistake of his life. I didn’t feel awful, but I didn’t want him to feel he couldn’t come back to me. “Would you like to join me or should I leave you here in your thoughts?”
    â€œI think it would be best if — ”
    I cut him off. “Listen we can just act like it never happened. I’ll take it to my grave only if you do one thing for me.”
    His worried face disappeared. “How much?”
    I wanted to smash his head into the ground, but I knew this will all be blessing for me. I swallowed hard and said, “Nah, I got my own money. I just want to hold on to it that’s why I don’t live in the city. I thought about what you said about where I live and the respect thing. You were right.”
    â€œOkay, and now that your common sense side caught up with your smart side what do you want if it’s not money?”
    â€œI think it will be challenge for you. I need an apartment. Isn’t it obvious?”
    â€œOkay, where’s the challenge?”
    â€œI’m not paying more than what I am paying now and the rent can’t go any higher after a certain amount of years. Oh, and if it does, it will only be decimal number percentage. How’s that for a challenge? I’ll let you mull it over.” I went into the bathroom feeling confident that my situation had just leaped forward.
    The warm water poured over my head; my mind was spilling of happier moments in the near future. There would be no more Quincy slapping me around beyond the bedroom. This would be the only way to keep him from showing up at my house whenever he felt like it. I would finally get some respect at the office by my zip code. I would probably be able to get car service now without question.
    There was never any talk about that night until I saw him at my client’s housewarming party. After Mark came through on our deal, my days at my firm became numbered. I sued them for discrimination and as I thought, they settled out of court. I made them sign a nondisclosure contract and received a letter of recommendation. I left and within days landed an interview with Coplan & Daughters, the most respected law firm in the city, and was hired on the spot.
    It had been almost two