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Amber

I want you naked and kneeling on the bed with your ass facingthe door. I’m going to fill every inch of you with so much cum, it’s going tobe leaking from your pores. Get ready, baby, because I’m going to spend thenight fucking you until you can no longer breathe.

I shivered as I read the text. Every inch of me came alive withanticipation. Not knowing whenhewould arrive. Would it be in a fewminutes? Hours? Longer? I never knew and I liked it that way. We preferred it.The not knowing. The buildup leading to the final explosion. It was moreexciting when things were left to chance and not planned.

Sammy Butcher and I had been sleeping together for a while nowbut every time with him was new and exciting. It always left me wanting more.No matter how many times he fucked me within an inch of my life, my craving forhim never dwindled. He knew it and took advantage of it.

The first night together he broke my table.

The next time, he damn near broke my soul.

What we had was fun but at the same time, it was dangerous ashell. Because even though he was a dick most times, I still texted him when Ineeded to feel him deep and powerful inside of me.

He knew that no matter what, I couldn’t get enough of him. Ioften wondered if something was wrong with me. I should know my worth and wantto be treated like a queen. I did but I also liked to be fucked dirty against awall. Or feel that delicious slice of pain as his palm connected with my cheekwhen he was deep inside me. He figured out rather quickly that I gave as goodas I got. Both of us enjoyed that delicious slice of pain but at the same time,I liked to be held and protected too. I knew Sammy would never hurt me and takethings further than I liked.

“Pick a safeword.”

A safeword. A single word that would stop it all. He liked totry and make me use it, but I never did. I often thought he was challenging mein a way.

Most would think what we had was degrading, maybe it was, but Ialways consented. He was rough, powerful, took exactly what he wanted and gaveit back to me in ways I never experienced before. He took care of me withouteven knowing it. Without even trying. I knew I was safe in his clutches. Evenwhen his hands were wrapped around my throat. He made me realize that the darkside to sex was intoxicating with the right person and that it was okay toembrace it as long as we were safe.

While he threw vile words at me because he knew I liked it, heheld me after. It was a contradiction in a way. With him being rough and vulgarduring the act and then soft and gentle after. The after was my favorite.Always.

Placing the phone on my nightstand, I stripped and crawled ontothe bed.

The sound of the door leading to my apartment closing sent athrill rushing through me. I was so damn thankful I gave him that key because Iliked not knowing when he would arrive. If I would be in the shower and havehim join me unexpectedly or be sleeping and wake up with him beside me. Both ofus liked not knowing.

But it looked like I wouldn’t have to wait too long for him.

I replayed his rules over in my head.

No kissing on the mouth.

Tell him if it gets to be too much and use my safeword if Ineeded but I never did because he knew that I could take it. That I could takehim.

Allof him.

Amber

Some time before…

When I pulled upin front of Rouge, I almost keptgoing. Motorcycles of all different shapes and sizes littered the parking lot.A sense of trepidation washed over me, knowing who was going to be within thosewalls. Walls that had been my safe place for as long as I could remember untilhetainted them with his never-ending mood swings.

I knew he was there because I could sense him. As much as Ididn’t want it to happen, my heart fluttered at the possibility of going toe totoe with Sammy Butcher once again. Maybe tonight would be the night that hewould actually talk to me. Only a handful of words had passed between us eversince I’d met him. I wished that he would talk to me instead of giving me oneof his signature scowls. But maybe this was what he liked and how he wanted it.

“What the hell do you want, Sammy?” I demanded, placing my handson my hips. I had only just met him a few days before and all he had donesince, was glare at me. Every time I stood on that stage, he looked my way. Adark shadow would pass over his face. I would smirk, knowing it pissed him offevery time I walked up to the pole and began to dance. And he would only stareat me. But that was it. He didn’t do or say anything, and it was enough todrive me mad.

“You’ll figure it out, Red.” Sammy pushed a loose strand of hairbehind my ear. The touch had been so gentle, especially coming from someonelike him, I was momentarily shocked as a result. He frowned, noticed what hehad just done, and that familiar scowl appeared on his face once again. “Justhurry the fuck up. My dick and I are getting impatient.”

Although I had been called Red ever since I was a little girl,when Sammy used it, it did funny things to my belly. A vibrant shade of crimsoncovered my tresses. But I wasn’t like a lot of redheads. I didn’t have a singlefreckle on my pale skin. I remembered as a child how I would dab tiny dots onmy flesh with a black or brown marker. I felt different without them. I couldnever hide because my hair always gave away my location. I was always found. Bythem. By everyone. Byhim.

When I pulled into the parking lot, a sense of relief left methat my space hadn’t been taken. Not that it was ever assigned to metechnically and it was a free-for-all, but I liked parking in it. It wasclosest to the door at the side of the building. I could get in without beingseen and leave just the same.

I had been working at Rouge for a couple of months now and Iconsidered the staff part of my family. Even my mom welcomed them into her lifewith open arms.

Killing the engine, I went to reach for my bag when a rough tapon the window made me jump. My head whipped around, my stomach twisting at thedark shadow standing by my car.

“Open up.” Although the deep voice was muffled, I knew instantlywho it was. I tried denying it but even my body knew. It reacted to him.Always. Especially when he was in one of his moods. “Red, open.Now.”