“Take off your blouse,” he said sternly.
She pulled the material from the waistband of her pants and tried to step back from the wall. “No. Stay where you are and take it off.”
“But I—”
“Do as I ask,” he commanded. “Don't argue.” She put her fingers between the wall and her blouse and undid the buttons. When it was almost open, he ripped it from her back and threw it onto the floor. “Now I want you to unfasten your pants. I'm going to pull them down.” Again she tried to move from the wall, but he held her there. When the button was open, he pulled her pants down over her thighs and tossed them away. Instead of feeling humiliated, standing against the wall in a bra and panties, she felt aroused as never before. When she felt his hands unhook her bra, she gasped. The cold wall made her nipples stiff.
“Now I'm going to push your panties to once side, and I'm going to take you, here, against the wall.” She felt his fingers playing with the soft material, and then she heard the sound of his zipper. He bent his knees slightly to get the right angle and pushed. Olivia screamed as he entered her. His thrusts began immediately, crushing her to the wall. She put her hands on the wall and pushed her behind toward him.
He put his arm around her neck and pulled her head back to him. He kissed her neck and cheeks as he continued to hammer her.
“Oh my God,” she gasped as his onslaught continued. She loved the way he was dominating her. The only role she had to play was one of complete surrender.
He looked down and watched as his penis disappeared into her. She reached back underneath them and tried to cup his manhood, but he shoved her hand back to the wall. “I'll tell you what to do. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she moaned.
In one unexpected movement, he turned her around and pushed her over the arm of the nearby sofa. He put his hand on her back and forced her down until he was able to penetrate her more deeply. Again he thrust hard against her. She felt herself coming and began to paw at the material underneath her. He was everything she wanted in a man, handsome, rich, and dominant. She was so close now. She pushed back against him, willing him to take her over the top, and when he did, it was wonderful. She couldn't stop shaking. Her legs turned to jelly, but he held her upright and continued to thrust just as hard as he had before. He made her come time and again. There was no end to his stamina, and she was insatiable for it.
Eventually, he laid her on her back and took her missionary. “I want to see your pretty face when I come,” he said. She was eager to feel his desire flooding into her. She put her legs around him and pulled him to her. Moments later, he came. She felt a warm wetness fill her, and it was the most wonderful sexual experience she'd ever had.
*****
Olivia didn't go to London the next day. When she woke up next to Daniel, she was already so in love. She felt unable to leave. She asked herself if she was being stupid, falling for a man so soon after meeting him. She knew nothing about him at all, yet she felt so close to him. She wasn't able to explain it. It was just a feeling, a hunch.
She was brought severely back down to earth when he woke up, showered, and told her it had been nice, but she had to go home because he was going to London. She'd wanted to hang around with him, have breakfast, talk some more. Surely his trip could have waited. Or maybe all he'd wanted in the first place was a one-night stand. That was a thought she certainly didn't want to contemplate.
When she said good-bye to him, her dreams were shattered completely. He didn't kiss her, not even a peck on the cheek. He patted her on the back when her taxi arrived and thanked her for a nice time. A nice time, not a wonderful time, a fantastic time, or even a pleasant time. Just a nice time. That was all she had been, a nice fuck.
When she got home, she went to bed and tried to figure out why she felt this way. She was an adult and perfectly sensible most of the time. But now she'd opened herself up to a world of hurt, and she hated herself for it. The next few days she checked her phone constantly, just in case he texted her. But he didn't. She stared at her cell, willing it to happen. Just once, please, she thought. But nothing.
Days later she felt awful. He hadn't been in touch, and she realized all she'd been was another notch on his belt of conquests. Her energy spent after days of heartache, she neither had the will nor the inclination to go to London.
“Hi, Olivia,” George said. “I thought you'd gone to England.”