How I met Master
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How I Met My Master Ch. 04 free porn video
AN: Sorry for this update taking such a long time. I was abroad for two months doing a language study. Thankfully, however, I have a semester off and that means way more time to upload new chapters/audios! Yay! I hope you enjoy this chapter even though it’s pretty low on anything sexual. Chapter 5, however…
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Blaine always loved to tell me stories of her ‘mornings after.’ For her, it was almost as exciting the sex itself. ‘This great hazy feeling… the heaviness of your body…the excitement that comes from trying to piece together last night’s events.’ She always smiled as she said those words, dreamily, as if it was the greatest high one could ever get.
I’d look at her as if she was insane and she’d just say, ‘you’ll get it when it happens. It’ll be amazing.’
But it wasn’t.
Blaine was an idiot.
It wasn’t amazing or heavenly or anything even close to any of that nonsense. When I woke up on a strange black couch in a room I wasn’t familiar with, wearing scuffed and wrinkled clothing, my heart was racing — and not with excitement.
My hand flew to my head as soon as I sat up, suddenly overtaken with an intense throbbing at my temples.
‘Shit,’ I tried to pull myself up, but my legs were like jelly. Scanning the room again, I couldn’t for the life of me remember what I’d done the night before. My head was swimming and my body felt weak. It wasn’t long before I drifted into panic mode.
‘Was I drinking? Did someone put something in my drink? Did I…did I go home with someone? Did he…’
I felt all over myself frantically, and after a moment of shock, finally was able to register things. My dressed was wrinkled and stunk of alcohol, but at least it was still on. I breathed a sigh of relief for that, but only that. My head was still spinning and I couldn’t place anything in the apartment. Everything was too expensive and clean for it to be my place, and I didn’t know anyone who owned a genuine leather couch.
‘L-leather…’ I pressed one hand flat to my forehead, remembering. ‘He said I’d ruin the…’
‘Finally, you’re up.’
As soon as I heard the voice, I fell off the couch and onto the tile floor. Even if I wasn’t able to remember my own name, I would never be able to forget that voice.
‘You!’ I tried to stand, but my legs were jelly. David stood above me with a mug of coffee in his hands, grinning like the cat that ate the fucking canary.
He looked different than before, I noticed. A little messier, but not any less gorgeous. His hair was rumpled and sticking out in places from bed, and his almond eyes were framed by thick, black frames. They didn’t look as dorky as my frames — they actually lightened his face and drew attention to striking cheekbones. I didn’t want to look, but I did, trailing my gaze to his firm, bare chest. For a moment, I imagined touching that chest — raking my nails down it…. Feeling it pressed up against my back as he —
Shit.
‘Why does morning look so good on douchebags?’ I thought, bitterly.
Out of nowhere, David held his cup close to my face, and the bitter smell made me nauseous. Just as I felt bile reaching the back of my throat, he drew it back and chuckled.
‘Morning sunshine,’ he stuck out a hand to help me to my feet, but just as I reached for it, pulled away.
‘Asshole.’
For a guy so much older than me, he really had a habit of behaving like a schoolboy. From the time I’d first encountered David, I couldn’t recall one mature thing he’d done. I watched a slow smirk spread across his lips and fumed. If it was his house I’d wound up in, I knew something had gone drastically wrong the night before.
‘You bastard! What did you do to me?’ I managed to pull myself up onto my hands and knees, but David ignored my struggle and took a sip from his mug.
‘You know, that’s a damn nice position,’ he remarked, and I jerked up as quickly as I could.
I had to brace myself on the couch to keep from falling, and David seemed to be highly amused by the sight. I imagined how I looked to him — disoriented and angry, like a petulant child. While David let his eyes wander, I tried to remember the night before. My head was swimming from alcohol no doubt, and it didn’t take me long to remember the vodka. Slowly, things started to sink in. I remembered Mark…the hotel, and then sudden, David. His voice, his touch…
‘Oh my god…’ I looked down at my crumpled dress. ‘We…I…we…did we—’
‘—stop freaking out, fetus.’ David was quick to interrupt me. He came forward and pushed my forehead with two fingers. Still weak on my feet, the slight pressure sent me falling back onto the couch again. David stood over me proudly.
‘If I had hit that, you’d be out on your ass by now,’ he paused to chuckle. ‘This isn’t daycare. Kids don’t stay for free.’
I tried my best to ignore the comment and the smug look on his face. ‘Then…’
‘We didn’t get it on, scout’s honor.’ David saluted me with his middle finger raised. As soon as I scrunched my face into a frown, he set his cup on the coffee table and to my surprise, took a seat beside me on the leather couch.
All of a sudden, I was taken back to the night before. I heard his voice scolding me about being wet, and snapped back to reality. David’s large hand was creeping up my bare thigh and I wasn’t wearing panties.
‘Why the hell aren’t I wearing panties?’
‘After screwing gramps…’ he spoke close to my ear and I could smell a mix of coffee and smoke on his breath. ‘You came here and imposed on me.’
His face began to get closer to my neck, and I felt frozen with fear. I didn’t really know David at all, but there I was, alone in his apartment, his lips inches from my skin. This was the same man I’d witnessed forcing a woman into his bed, overpowering her and smirking every step of the way. I wasn’t anywhere near as tall or as old as her. If he tried the same thing with me, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to fight back.
‘My-my pan…’ I tried to stand, but David caught my wrist with his free hand. The other remained on my thigh, the pads of his fingertips pressing hard.
‘Relax,’ His voice was unusually smooth. ‘They were all wet. I thought I’d let them dry off for you,’
He chuckled and pointed outside to show my pink thong hanging from a clothesline on his balcony for all to see.
I felt violated. There was no way — drunk or not — that I’d voluntarily let some creep slide his hands under my dress. I knew what that meant. While I was sleeping off my drinks, he’d taken them from me. He’d touched me and…
What if he…
‘Don’t worry kid,’ he waved a hand in front of my face. ‘I like my girls awake.’
‘You had no right,’ I squeezed my thighs together. ‘You-you had no reason!’
I wasn’t sure if it was the lighting in the room, but David’s eyes seemed to darken. ‘So what…’ he leaned in further. ‘You think I invited you here?’
I had to press a hand against his chest to keep him from going any further. The bare skin felt warm and enticing under my fingertips.
‘NO!’
I had to shake my head to clear my thoughts.
‘You have a lot of nerve comparing taking someone’s underwear off and sleeping off a few drinks on a guy’s couch!’ With the same hand, I attempted to push David back, but he grabbed my wrist firmly.
‘Hey, easy now… I was only trying to make sure you didn’t catch a cold…’ he whispered on my ear, and though I wanted nothing more than to fume and yell at his ridiculous excuse, I felt frozen.
My brown eyes focused on his and for some reason, I couldn’t look away. Up close, David was so very different from the last time I’d seen him. In the coffee shop, he’d looked much more easy-going and soft, but there, under his gaze, I only saw intensity and a silent threat. His eyes, still sleepy behind the lids, flicked over my face for a long while before he spoke
again.
‘That’s what I like to see…’ he sighed, pleased with himself. ‘a little fear. You know, I’ve never had someone as young as you. All guys talk so much crap about young girls being the best. About their bodies— so beautiful…everything so perky and soft… I wonder if it’s true.’
I made a move to look away that time, but David gripped my chin with one hand. There was a distinct force behind it, and the sharp narrowing of his eyes told me not to try it again. The touch alone sent me back to the night I’d watched him through my window with his lady friend. David didn’t seem to be the type that took ‘no’ for an answer.
‘How about it, kid? You think it’s true?’ David chuckled and I could smell his breath again — that same stale mix of coffee and cigarettes.
‘Let. Me. Go.’ I tried, but his smile only seemed to widen at the plea.
‘If I didn’t know the truth, I’d say you were untouched. That’s how perfect you look. From here…’ he brushed a few dark curls from my face and then trailed his hand down my chest, lower and lower until he was under the skirt again.
‘No…’ I struggled, but he didn’t touch. I expected him to press in, but he stopped.
‘To there,’ he let me go and picked up his cup again. I tried to catch my breath.
‘But don’t worry,’ he grinned at me. ‘I know the truth.’
‘I’m not a whore,’ I said under my breath. ‘I’m not—
‘—like Blaine?’ David raised both brows and I shot up from the couch, enraged. He could say what he wanted about me, but not her. Never her.
‘You take that back! I wasn’t-I’m not-
‘—Nah…’ he paused to smirk. ‘…you’re not like Blaine at all. Just a silly little sexually frustrated girl with a daddy complex.’
David cupped his mug in both hands and crept up on me as I backed away, edging toward the wall. The smirk on his lips grew wider, and was beginning to tick me off. All of a sudden, I remembered the snide comment he’d made the night before about my threesome with Blaine and Mark.
How did he even know?
‘Did Blaine…’
‘Men don’t like indecisive little brats, you know.’ he stalked up on me again and instead of meeting his gaze, I glared at the marble tiles beneath my bare feet. ‘You’d better make up your mind about who you want to be, kid.’
‘Shut up,’ my demand came out as a whisper, even in the silence of the room. ‘You don’t know anything about me.’
David didn’t even bother to look me in the eye.
‘I don’t need to,’ he sounded smooth, confident. ‘I’ve known girls just like you. I’ve done girls just like you. They’re inexperienced, immature, and think all they have to contribute to sex is ‘cute.”
David was quickly getting to me, and that in and of itself was disturbing me. The man didn’t seem to have an ‘off’ button. When I heard his breath quicken a little, I wondered if he was actually getting off on my misery.
‘It’s pathetic,’ he leaned in again. ‘no self-respecting man has no time for that shit.’
I hid my face, hands trembling. I’d never wanted to strangle someone more in my entire life.
‘Oh man… you want to cry, don’t you?’ he touched my shoulder and then gripped hard so I couldn’t jerk away. ‘You baby.’
The anger boiled inside me, but for some reason, I couldn’t manage to find my voice.
‘I said shut—
‘—he fucks you and ditches you and you think ‘that’s just tops,’ don’t you? You must think you’re having the best damn sex ever to keep going back to that prick.’
I bowed my head quickly to hide the shame in my eyes. It wasn’t anything I hadn’t heard a million times before from Blaine, but from a near stranger, the words sounded more biting — more… vicious.
‘How sad…’ he balanced his mug in his empty hand and stroked warm fingertips against my cheek. ‘You don’t even know what you really want, do you?’
A strange silence settled between us and I heard David laugh. It hurt me, that laugh. More than it should have. The dull ache between my temples intensified, and I felt tears threatening to prick at the corners of my eyes.
‘It hurts…’ I panted, tilting my head down.
‘Yeah…’ David finally let me go and took a step back. His eyes slanted towards the floor. ‘…it must, huh?’
When the distance between us increased, I was finally able to breathe. I wasn’t sure what pain I was referring to, and I’m sure neither was he, but the accusation hung in the air like dead weight.
‘Aspirin….’ I whispered. ‘Please. Do you have any?’
‘Of course I do,’ David answered me quickly, but then continued drinking his coffee as if nothing had been said. A stream of curses threatened to spill from my lips as I watched him do nothing,
‘You…you’re a t —
The doorbell rang and I scrambled to cover myself. David answered the door without even bothering to set down his mug and as soon as the lock clicked open, I heard a familiar shout.
‘Where the fuck is she?’ Blaine burst through the doorway with her keys in one hand and purse in the other. I gripped my head and staggered, barefoot, to the archway.
‘Good morning to you too, Blaine.’ David was still standing at the front door, holding it open. Blaine paid him no mind, and instead made a beeline for me.
‘Jesus,’ she snatched me up by the arm. ‘You look like a complete mess. Did you—
I sneezed and she took in my wrinkled attire. ‘—you got caught in the rain, didn’t you, sweetie?’
All of a sudden, I couldn’t find my voice — couldn’t figure out whether letting Blaine coddle me was a good thing or not. Before I could open my mouth, David swooped in.
‘You know…this is heartwarming and everything, but…’ he gestured to a large water stain on his couch. ‘Someone will have to pay for this.’
I couldn’t hide my scowl.
‘And by someone,’ he stepped forward and pointed at me. ‘I mean, you.’
As if on instinct, Blaine’s grip on my wrist tightened.
‘Forget it. This is going to be the last you’ll be seeing of her, so get your mind out of the damn gutter, David.’
She helped me into my shoes at the door, but I couldn’t help but notice the unspoken tension between them. David had been nothing but smug and controlling with me, but when he spoke to Blaine, it was almost as if they had a repertoire that kept them on the same level.
‘I’m not joking, Blaine.’ David finally put down the mug. ‘The couch was expensive and your little ‘pet’ here ruined it.’
Though he directed his comments at Blaine, David’s eyes never left mine. As quickly as possible, I broke the stare-down and let my gaze wander to the couch again.
Big mistake.
I instantly felt ill. I didn’t even have a job — how in the world could I afford to replace something like that?
‘She’s sorry, okay? I’ll write a damn check.’ Blaine dragged me behind her and attempted to act as a human shield. David, however, was faster, and grabbed hold of my other arm.
‘I think I’d prefer it if she just worked off the debt.’ He made sure I looked him in the eye, and once again I felt a shiver. Last night’s events came back in a flash, and I remembered how standoffish he’d been when I was drunk. Now that I was sober, he was the same letch I’d met in the coffee shop. Though he infuriated me, I was strangely curious.
‘If you have trouble getting laid, go find some whore! She’s off limits!’ Blaine was so close to David I could imagine spit flying in his face. She often did have issues controlling herself.
‘Wait…’ I tried, but Blaine started yelling again and I was drowned out. David turned his face away from her and to me again. He’d somehow seemed to hear me. Just that fact was astonishing. It had been a while since anyone had bothered to pay real attention to what I wanted.
‘I think I should just…’ once more, Blaine’s rant swallowed my opinion, and once more, David’s gaze challenged me, dared me to speak up.
I couldn’t help b
ut think back to his mean-spirited taunting.
‘…men don’t like indecisive little brats.’
‘…you don’t even know what you really want, do you?’
‘…you’d better make up your mind about who you want to be, kid.’
‘Fine,’ I thought, fuming. ‘I’ll do it.’
‘What would I have to do!?’ I clenched my fists and wrenched out of Blaine’s hold.
As if he’d planned the whole thing, a Cheshire cat-style grin spread over David’s lips.
‘Hey, what are you—
‘—just spend some time with me,’ David cut off Blaine and fished in his pockets for a cigarette. When he came up with nothing, instead, he placed one hand on my shoulder. It was then, standing before him, I realized how much taller he was than me.
I felt dwarfed, but somehow…thrilled. It was the same strange feeling I’d gotten when I watched him weeks before with the strange blonde in his apartment. Everything he did was so calculated, so smooth, so…
‘sexy.’ I cursed myself for the thought, and brought my gaze to the floor.
Blaine continued to stand close to me, and watched the scene in anger. I wanted to slap his hand away from me, but I felt there was nothing I could do.
‘Nothing sexual…’ his hand moved up my neck and he began to play with my hair. ‘I mean…unless that’s the road you’d like to take.’
‘Who the hell would want to drive down that shitty-ass road?’ I stepped out of his reach and tried my best to sound defiant, but the sight of David’s smirk made my voice tremble.
‘You couldn’t seem to keep your hands off me last night, kid…’ He jerked his head a little in the direction of the panties on the balcony.
Behind me, I heard Blaine gasp.
‘You didn’t…’ her eyes narrowed to slits, and I realized what she was inferring.
‘No!’ I cut in quickly. ‘Of course not! I can explain!’
David started to laugh, but Blaine caught him off guard with a hard shove and the older man stumbled back, away from me.
‘You’re damn right you will,’ she grabbed my arm again and this time pushed me out the door herself.
I swung around at the last minute and caught David leaning against the doorframe, shirtless, watching Blaine drag me out onto the sidewalk.
‘Keep yourself available!’ he waved from the doorway.
I could only manage a scowl.
When Blaine got me back to the apartment, I was too tired to entertain conversation, but she didn’t seem to be sympathetic to that fact.
‘Do you have any idea how worried fucking sick I was?’ she stood before me as I flopped face down on the couch, still in my rumpled dress.
I knew I was in for a long lecture when she began to pepper her sentences with ‘fuck.’
‘You knew I was out with Mark,’ I turned over on my side so that she could hear me.
‘Yeah, and? You didn’t even fucking call to let me know what the fuck happened! You storm out of here with fucking Mark and the next thing I know I get a call from ‘fucking twisted David-mother-fucking-Kim’ saying you’re passed out at his place!’
As Blaine yelled, I pushed my face into the cushions, trying to keep a handle on my emotions. For some reason, I felt as if I could cry. After what had happened the night before with Mark, I didn’t even want hear his name uttered in my presence.
I could still hear his ragged pants in my ear, and the sly way he’d brushed me off when I confronted him.
My hands began to shake.
‘What the fuck’s wrong with you?’ she snapped. ‘Don’t you even have anything to say for yourse…’
Blaine forcibly rolled me onto my back and I couldn’t keep the tears from spilling. Ashamed, I flung my arms up to cover my face.
‘What…’ her voice became soft and she leaned in closer. ‘What happened?’
‘I’m just a kid…’ I whimpered. ‘Just a stupid kid.’
Blaine made a move to hug me, but I rolled away from her touch. She paused.
‘Did Mark—
‘—yeah, he screwed me over — literally. So go ahead and say it!’ My voice was muddled from tears. ‘Say ‘I told you so!”
Blaine heaved a sigh.
‘This isn’t something I wanted to be right about. Honestly. The only thing I ever wanted was to see you happy.’ She tried again to touch me, but I curled up as much as I could on the couch.
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