It would be really fucking helpful if Trevor wasn’t so handsome.
I’m not even saying he should be ugly. Just… *less hot*.
You know when a man is so fine he makes you smile by accident? You are just looking at him from a distance but you can’t stop yourself from that little smile and that little sigh. He makes me want to fan myself with my hands.
He has that sexy, intentionally unkept, bad boy style that I never thought would do it for me, but it so fucking does. I mean *look at him!* Who in the hell can make beat down jeans, combat boots and a ripped shirt work this well?
And those fucking rips on his shirt… I swear to God, they bring tears to my eyes. It’s like they are all intentionally placed to show a little bit of muscle, a little bit of skin… but never enough. Is this how men feel when we wear provocative cleavages? Cause, if it is, I’d like to apologise for my gender. This is torture.
He is wearing a couple of manly leather necklaces and some rings and the whole thing… it just… oh my god, it fucking works.
*I want you plenty*, he said to me last night, *just not to kiss*.
I wanna cry.
My heart wanna cry.
My vagina wanna cry.
It’s a good thing I’m wearing fishnets tonight. Trevor refused me really hard last night, now my self esteem desperately needs someone to give me attention and I have a feeling it will be Ryan.
I put on a short black skirt, thigh high boots and dark fishnets that you can barely see because there is not a lot of skin between the skirt and the boots.
I try to ignore Trevor.
I try to pretende that it didn’t hurt when he refused me a kiss.
I try to act like I didn’t spend most of my night awake, licking my wounds over him leaving me to spend the night with Lana.
The bar has a band and almost everyone is just standing around, having a drink and a dance. Nat is nowhere to be found. Something is up. She was crying last night, but wouldn’t tell me why. And today everyone looks a little off: Nat, Peter, Trevor… even Annie. It’s like everyone is in on a secret but I was left out.
Or maybe I’ve just been so self-absorbed over my whole thing with Trevor that I lost perspective.
Paul and my mom didn’t show up as well. Maybe they know what’s going on?
“So Trevor tells me to jump, but I see a tiger on the other side, right?” Leo is telling a story about… I honestly have no idea. Trevor keeps playing with his rings and he has such large hands that the movement hypnotizes me “I mean *a tiger!”* people are laughing so the story must be funny? I laugh as well cause I wanna blend in.
We find a table and sit while Leo finishes the story.
“I know what you mean” Ryan says “When we went to Australia, I…”
I cross my legs.
I wasn’t *trying* to kill Ryan, you see?
I was just looking around, sipping my drink, enjoying the music and trying not to stare at Trevor. But I crossed my legs and the skirt pulled up more than enough for the fishnets to be painfully obvious.
Ryan sees it.
Ryan has a huge hard on for thighs, pantyhose and fishnets.
So Ryan chokes, in the middle of the sentence, so fucking hard he starts to turn blue.
But while everyone is giving him pats on the back and trying to make sure he is breathing alright, Trevor slowly stares at me.
*He knows*.
He looks down at my thighs.
He looks up at Ryan.
His mouth twitches in rage as his face goes slightly red.
Ryan is still coughing and trying to recover when he says:
“You wanna dance, Tess?”
“Dude” Leo laughs “You were in the middle of a story”
“I can’t help it. Tessa looks too beautiful right now”
“Only right now?” Trevor adds, bitter.
“Always” Ryan asks for my hand and at this point everyone is staring so I politely smile and accept.
Trevor turns the entire glass worth of whiskey down his throat, before slamming the thing on the table like a fucking viking.
Ryan holds me and dances with me.
It’s… blend.
He’s tall, strong and handsome but he is far too sweet.
Like sprinkling sugar on an Oreo.
And me?
I like spicy.
If it doesn’t come with a nice kick of pepper, don’t bother serving it.
“You look really good in those fishnets” he licks the words.
“Thank you”
“Did you wear them for me?”
Men, I’m gonna give you a free advice, write this down.
A lot of the times, what you say doesn’t matter half as much as *how* you say it.
You can say the stupidest things on Earth and still make it sexy, as long as you have the right voice, the right tone and the right atitude.
At the same time, you can say the hottest things under the Sun and if you sound like Ryan did just now, you’ll do *nothing* for the pussy.
I am wearing the fucking thing he has a major boner for.
And instead of biting my ear and demanding to know if I’m wearing it for him… Ryan just asks me like he is checking the weather.
Do you think it’s gonna rain tomorrow? Oh, and by the way: what’s up with the fishnets, homegirl?
I did wear them for him.
I now regret it.
It’s like last night at the pool all over again. This man has no hardcore game.
He has cute vanilla flirting and… that’s it.
*I need more*.
I didn’t use to need more. But I do now.
I really wanted attention tonight after being coldly refused by the man I want. But this isn’t worth it.
*You need to be single and alone for a while, Tess.*
“I don’t mean to be rude, Ry. But it’s just clothes. I’m not in the mood for that tonight. I’m sorry”
“Yeah, of course! I understand that” and he changes topic.
Gentle and sweet.
Probably best. Last night even when we were alone and with his hands fully on me, he still had a hard time controlling me. Men are just not all built the same.
One of the other bridesmaids wants to dance and I encourage Ryan to go join her.
*I need a minute*.
I go over to the bar and ask for the first thing I see that has vodka in it.
“You’re wearing fishnets” his voice is deep and cold. He is standing right behind me so his words hit the back of my neck like a winter breeze, making me shiver all over.
I turn and there is Trevor. Looking so fucking fine I wanna wrap my legs around him and never let go. His elbow is on the counter while he slowly rubs his mouth and beard. *He wants to spank me*. I know that look.
He always stares me in the eyes like that when he wants to punish me.
“You are wearing fishnets” he repeats.
“Your powers of observation are magnificent”
“Why are you wearing fishnets?”
“Because I put them on before leaving the hotel”
“Ha. Funny” he has a fake smile while he turns his rings so that they all face the inside of his hands “Say, Tessie… have you ever been spanked by a guy wearing rings?”
I gulp.
“No”
“Pity. Now… I said, *why are you wearing fishnets?*”
“And I said: *because I put them on before lev…* Ouch!”
He grabs me by the elbow like I’m an unruly toddler and drags me all the way to a corner of the bar behind some sound boxes. There is a glass wall right behind me through which we can see everyone on the dance floor.
*“Trevor!”* I look at the glass as his display is putting on a show for everyone.
“This is a mirror on the other side” he reminds me. *Oh, yeah, right*. When you are on the dance floor all you can see is a silver looking mirror. He shakes his arm for Leo right on the other side and… *nothing*. No one notices. “Well, now that that’s out of the way… You are wearing fishnets because of fucking Ryan, aren’t you? It’s his kink, he made you wear them and you did it like a good little whore.”
“I don’t mean to be rude, Trevor. But it’s just clothes. I’m not in the mood for that tonight. I’m…”
He grabs my throat so violently he slams me against the glass.
“I’m about fucking done with your excuses, Tessa. You’re gonna answer every single fucking question I ask to my satisfaction or I’m gonna hit your ass so hard with my rings, it’s gonna bleed through your fucking fishnets, do you understand?”
I clench my teeth trying to move my face away from him, but it’s not easy moving away from a strong hand that has a hold of your neck.
“That was a question, you cunt. Answer it”
“I understand” I growl back.
“Did you wear this fucking thing for Ryan?”
“Yes”
“He has a thing for it?”
“He has a thing for thighs. And feet, maybe, I don’t know”
“Lovely. And you’re trying to oblige?”
“What the fuck do you care? You should go be with Lana before she misses you”
“Are you deaf, cunt? I am not fucking Lana. I told you a million times, are you that stupid?”
“Let me go” I push him *hard*. He barely moves.
“No, I don’t think I will” he grabs me harder, keeping me in place “In fact, it’s passed the time I teach you a lesson”
“What lesson? We are not together anymore, let me go, asshole”
He gets down on his knees and for a second I think he is gonna eat my pussy, but oh, how wrong was I.
He unzips my thigh high boots and removes them, kicking them to the side.
“*What the fuck…?*”
“I wanna see them” he looks so gloriously pissed “Ryan says he likes them, right? I wanna see what that’s all about” and then… he strips
My
Fucking
Skirt
Off.
All of it. Entirely off.
I don’t mean *pulled up in such a way that I can get quickly dressed if need be*. No. It’s off. Gone. Out of my body. In his hands.
I have nothing from the waist down but fishnets and dark lace panties, in the middle of a fucking bar.
“T… T-Trevor”
He gets up and moves two steps back so he can *see them* like he said he would.
The bite he gives on his lower lip is so fucking hot it makes me wet. *He’s not looking at my eyes anymore.*
“Yeah, I see what he means” he pants “These look good”
“Please give me back my skirt” I stutter.
“Later. Maybe. What was the plan, Tess? Was he gonna take them off and fuck them?”
“What do you care?”
“Because whatever the fuck he was planning on doing to you, I’m gonna do first”
“I don’t know what…”
He grabs my thigh, wrapping one of them around his hip, but the thing is he still has his rings facing his palm and unlike Ryan, Trevor is *hard*. I can brat all I want, but there is not a single soft thing in his body. So when he grabs my thigh, *I feel the rings*.
I really fucking feel them.
Hurting and piercing. Digging into my flesh.
*So good*.
“Fuck” I whimper “I don’t know how to cum with other men anymore”
“What did you say” he roars. *Roars*. The words come from the back of his throat like a murderous wave.
“I said: Ryan was gonna rip them and fuck me through the holes he made in them”
“Alright” he cleans his mouth with the back of his hand “Let’s do that then”.
It takes him less than a second. He puts his fingers in through the tiny holes of the fishnets and pulls. They break under his touch like it was egg shells under the wheels of a truck. He rips them *far more* than needed.
“Unbuckle my pants” he commands me.
I slide my fingers over his belt. I have come to a point where that little piece of leather around his hips is like porn. It’s like reading my favorite erotica, while listening to a deep voice guy moan and jerk off. I feel Trevor’s belt and *things* happen to my body.
My eyes roll back and my thighs are squirming while my fingers travel the circumference of leather around him.
“Tessa” he sounds stern and impatient “You can masturbate to my belt on your own time. Stop being a thirsty whore for one second and unbuckle me”
I obey him.
“Good” he moans, grabbing me by my hair “*Good girl”*.
I bite my lips.
*Yes.*
*Yes, daddy*.
“Say it” he bites the same lip I am biting, trying to free it.
I can taste him.
*Kiss me*.
I bite my lips harder.
“Tessa” he whispers on my lips, so fucking close I can taste his tongue “*Say it”*
“*Yes, daddy*”
“Atta girl” he grabs my thigh harder and his rings sink so deep I scream.
His free hand covers my mouth, smothering me.
He takes his cock out and he is already hard. He’s probably been hard for a very long time now.
“Give daddy his pussy. C’mon.”
I spread my legs for him like a good obedient little pet.
He pulls my panties out of his way and guides his cock in. As soon as the tip digs into my wet flesh he thrusts his hips in hard, taking me in one go. I slide up the glass wall while the people behind me dance and laugh.
*“Fuck”* he mumbles to himself, nearly drooling. His eyelids go heavy and for a moment I think he forgot where we are.
He fucks me like this but not a minute goes by before he makes a face, looking pissed off again. I think the fishnets have shifted a bit and the holes moved, restraining his cock.
“This fucking thing” he pulls out and I feel empty.
“Come back” I cry out.
“Shut it” he dismisses me, like I don’t matter. He touches his cock and checks the fishnets. He hates it. He hates that the holes are getting in his way.
*It’s not his thing*.
“Serves me right for listening to fucking Ryan” he complains through grinded teeth “Take these off” he hooks his finger on both fishnets and panties and removes them both.
I only have enough time to breath in absolute horror… and I’m naked.
My pussy out in the cold air of the bar.
If we’re caught there is nothing, *nothing*, NOTHING I’d be able to do to hide myself.
“Trevor… please…”
“Now, that’s better”
“Trev, you want another drink?” Leo comes around the glass wall looking for us and finds his brother first. Because of the angle where he’s at, I’m still protected by the sound boxes. But *barely*. One more step and he’ll see me.
I move for my skirt on the floor but Trevor puts *one finger* up against my chest. Right between my tits. One single finger, pushing me so hard it hurts, placing me back against the wall and wainting for him.
*I am so wet.*
*I am so fucking wet*.
I am so hopelessly and ridiculously wet.
Some men can’t keep you under control even with both arms and hands on you.
Some men need but a fucking finger.
“I’m good for now. I’ll be right over” he says, non-chalant.
“I think we’re gonna get a bottle, are you in?”
“Maybe. Bottle of what?”
*Don’t ask questions*.
God, get rid of him.
Just get rid of him.
The finger is still pressing hard against my chest, but he might as well be fingering my pussy.
“I don’t know” Leo says “Let me ask. HEY” he turns to everyone on the table behind the glass wall.
“You stay put” Trevor orders me, his finger still holding me in place.
“T…”
“Shh”
Leo decides what they are drinking and Trevor goes:
“Yeah, I’m in. You wanna come over here and get my wallet?”
*What?*
*Fuck.*
The finger on my chest starts sliding all the way down. *All* the way down. Until it’s low enough to tease my clit.
“*Trevor”* I whisper in absolute panic.
“No, that’s ok” Leo says, walking away.
“Alright, thanks. Now.” He turns back to me “Where were we?”
“Please let me put my clothes back on? You can still fuck me, just.. Please?”
“No” his finger goes in and I grab his arm.
“Trevor, we’re gonna get caught. This is gonna be bad. This will…
“I’m so fucking done listening to you” he shoves the fishnets in my mouth. I think that’s the part that was supposed to go over my pussy cause I swear I can taste *me*. Then he uses some more parts of it to tie it around my head keeping the gag in place. I move my hands up by instinct and he grabs both my wrists with one hand and ties them up with the last remaining loose part of the fishnets.
Now, the fabric isn’t that strong. If I pull with all my strenght it might give. *However*, Trevor is not a beginner and he tied me so hard that I am pretty much restrained.
“You tap out on me if you want me to stop” he moans “But by now we both know you wont”
I know no one can see me *yet*, but the glass wall behind me makes it feel like I am naked in front of an audience. All of them screaming and cheering at my pussy.
“I gotta say” he takes a step back to admire his work “Maybe Ryan wasn’t so wrong after all. This thing does have it’s advantages.”
I am holding my breath.
I’m gonna get caught.
Naked.
My pussy is completely out.
I am gagged and tied with a fishnet.
*Trevor, please have mercy*.
He fingers me. *Aggressively*.
“You’re gonna tell me your list, babygirl. Not tonight, obviously” he laughs “But *you will* tell me. For now, do you wanna hear mine?” he hooks his finger in me and find a special point that makes me scream through the gags “Do you?”
I grind his finger, shaking myself over it like a dance.
“Pay attention, whore” he takes the finger off “Do you wanna hear my list, hm? Yeah?” he pinches my chin and I nod *yes* “Five things I want to do to you, right?”
*Right*.
His finger comes back.
*Oh God*. More. Please.
“First, I want your ass. And I know that’s tame, but I only had it once and you said I could only pick five things so…” he fingerfucks me really hard and I pant, building up to an orgasms. *He stops*. I gasp “But I want your ass *dry*. No fucking lube.”
I lower my head over his shoulder and his finger goes back to work, only this time it doesn’t fuck me. It’s the *Fucking Finger* from the good old days, again. Slightly brushing over my pussy, like a tickle. Teasing me so hard I wanna die.
“Second thing I wanna do to you… Tessie, you ever heard or *predicament bondage?*”
God, this Fucking Finger.
I close my eyes.
I forget where I am.
I forget my name.
“Tess?” he commands it.
*Who the fuck is Tess. Shush.*
“Tessa” he stops and I cry out “You ever heard of predicament bondage?”
I shake my head *no*.
“Oh, baby, you’re gonna love that one” he laughs “Then I wanna *cane* you. Probably gag you and clamp you for it. But we can improvise. You wanna hear number four?”
He fucks me with three fingers. I’m really close. He knows that. *He takes me all the way*. And stops.
I bite the fishnets, drooling and cursing on it.
“Number four is I wanna record myself fucking you so we can watch it together after. I don’t need to keep it forever, we can delete it”.
Our friends are right behind us on the other side of the glass wall. Ryan walked closer to us, looking around like he is trying to find something, *or someone*. Please, don’t be looking for me right now.
“Though… *I would fucking love to keep that video forever*. I can’t tell you…” his finger is so sweet. It’s so hard and so gentle at the same time. *How does he do that? How can he be both so easily?* “… how many times I wish I had a video or of a nude picture of you during the last two years”.
I am there again.
I try to hold on to something with my tied hands because this orgasm is already building up to be earth shattering. My muscles hurt from the tension looking desperately for a release.
“I’d love to watch you cum every night, Tess. You think he’d like that too?” he pushes my face to the side so I can watch Ryan *right there*. Right next to us. The cold of the glass burning my hot cheek.
“I think he would. I think every man would. But I don’t think I’d let them”
Trevor moans in my ear. That delicious testosterone infused moan of his. I arch my back and feel the orgasm about to explode.
*About to*.
The tip of the wave.
The last crack of the dam.
And Trevor stops.
I gasp so loud I bite through some of the fishnets. My hand ripping through it as well.
*No, no, no*. I was there.
I was there.
Take me back!
“Oh, I’m sorry, baby. You though you were gonna cum tonight?”
I look at him with ultimate dread in my eyes.
*No.*
*C’mon.*
*No, no*.
“You piss me off time and time again, you let Ryan call you daddy, you wear fishnets for him… And you think I’d let you cum?”
He licks his fingers and untie me.
“You can finish it yourself, right?”
He hands me back my skirt and starts walking away before I even put them on. The fishnets are absolutely ruined, but I put my skirt as fast as I can, before looking for my panties.
“I’m keeping these as well” he shoves them in his pocket while I put my boots back on. He takes a second to look at me. *Making sure I am ok*.
Well, I am not ok this time. I am fucking raging.
I think he sees that too cause he grins.
Every muscle in my body hurts from being denied, but I try to pretend like he doesn’t get to me:
“You never told me number five”.
“Excuse me?”
“Dry ass, some kind of bondage, cane with props and sex video… that’s four. What’s number five?”
His grin goes full erotic, he licks his lips making me wish he was licking me.
“Let me do the other four and maybe I’ll tell you”.
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