Page 50 of Mimic

Most of the men and women at the Trick Pony didn’t care about our needs. They used our bodies for their own gratification in whatever way they chose. We never had a choice.

But some, some were gentle. They took their time to make sure we got as much out of it as they did. Our body’s reactions were physiological. Something else we couldn’t control. Something we weren’t given a choice in.

But this. This was new. This power I felt holding Mimic’s pleasure literally in my hand. I squeezed the base of his penis, causing him to grunt. I squeezed a little harder, seeking the painful grimace that covered his face, and I felt the rush of fluid between my legs.

“Indie,” he panted.

“What?”

Mimic groaned, and his eyes closed.

A smile lifted the corners of my mouth. “Tell me what you want, Mimic.”

“I want to come all over you. Mark you as mine. I want you to go downstairs with my cum on your skin so every fucker down there knows to stay the fuck away from you.”

I squeezed my legs, and my hand tightened around him. He pushed against my hand, wordlessly begging me to loosen my grip.

“Indie.”

“Beg me to let you come, Mimic.”

His eyes snapped open, and his hand clasped my wrist. He squeezed until I felt pain, my hand releasing him.

“I don’t fucking beg,” he snarled before wrapping his own hand around his hard length and pumping his dick until he exploded. Spurts of thick white cum splashed against my belly and legs as Mimic held my gaze.

When he was done, his finger ran along my skin, collecting his seed. He lifted his hand to my mouth and commanded, “Open.”

I did so without thought as he rammed his cum-soaked finger into my mouth.

“Suck.”

And I fucking did. My eyes rolled back at his harsh words. And heat pooled in my belly. I wanted this man so fucking bad. Wanted him inside me. Feel his weight on my body as he held me down against the mattress and fucked me.

When I released him from my mouth, he dipped his finger into his seed once more, bringing it back to my mouth. This time, he painted across my lips and then merged his lips with mine.

This kiss was soft, almost tender, but still hungry. He devoured me with his lips and tongue, tasting every inch as if he couldn’t get enough.

Finally, he stepped back. My body felt cold from the loss of his heat. He pulled up his jeans and said, “Go take a shower.”

“Are you coming with me?”

“No.”

I tried not to let the disappointment show. But I knew the moment he saw it on my face.

“I won’t be long.”

“You’re leaving?” My naked body forgotten, I glared at Mimic.

“I have to take care of something. When you’re done, if I’m not back, I want you in my bed waiting for me.”

He walked out without another word, leaving me standing in his room naked and unsatisfied.

What the absolute fuck?

He honestly expected me to stay here. Take a shower and be waiting for him to come back? Fuck that! And fuck him!

I pulled on my shorts and bra and went to my room, locking the door behind me. I berated myself as I dug through my suitcase for clothes. Taking them into the bathroom with me, I turned on the water and locked the door. I knew Mimic could still get in, but I wasn’t making it easy for him. He would be angry when he got back to his room and found me gone. Served him right for getting off twice and doing nothing for me.