Mack Attack

She checked the perimeter and made sure all the safeguards she had put in place to ensure that no one messed with her shit, had not been tampered with.  She worked her way around to the back of the house in case someone was watching her place.  In her line of work, one never knew all of your enemies.   Her stealth was an innate part of her, like a second skin.  She often walked into a place and made people nervous although they didn’t know why, like a tiger in the midst of lambs.  Fellow warriors knew instinctively that was dangerous but not how much.  Everything looked to be the way she left it before her latest mission, but she still kept her guard up.  Moving to the back door she keyed in her code to disable the house security. 

Moving to her home control center, she placed her tactical go bag on the table and moved to the computer to check the cameras and watch the feedback, making sure no one had compromised her privacy.  Finding everything in order, she finally let down her guard and rolled her shoulders to ease the hint of tension that coming home always brought.  She loved her privacy and would kill to protect it, and had.  She took off the lead-lined fingerless gloves and laid them on the table, wiggling her fingers as they felt so light without the weight on them.  She liked to pack a bit more pow into her punches.  She removed the Ka-Bar 6 inch blade that she wore in a sheath between her shoulder blades.  The 1911 style .45 pistol nestled snuggly beneath her left arm in its shoulder holster and she took this off and smiled.  Her .45 never let her down.  She pulled her black sweater off and draped it on the back of the chair.  Easing herself down on the chair, she pulled her go bag close, unzipping it and pulled out the sawed off Mossberg .500 tactical shot gun and laid it down.  The M4 cut down version of the M16 with suppressor next came from the bag, usually this little baby was fit into its perch inside the door of her Jeep resting against her leg, but this last job she had used it to convince someone she really needed to leave.  She had checked the SAW, in the back of her Jeep, before coming into the house. The SAW resided in the back of the Jeep and had her own throne when necessary.  The SOG tactical axe, her personal favorite that never left her wishing for another partner, came out of the bag next.  She caressed it with a lover’s touch.  Rolling her shoulders, she got up and noticed the Pelican case, and pulled it up and checked the frags, flash bangs, and smoke grenades.  These created that perfect ambiance when she needed them. 

Walking into the kitchen, she poured herself a drink and admired the Whiskey in her glass.  Taking a sip she let the liquor warm her belly, and sighed with pleasure.  Walking back into her own private war room, with her toys, she perched once more on her chair.  Taking her cleaning kit out, she began the calming ritual of cleaning her weapons.  This practice was as familiar to her as breathing; she could do it with her eyes closed.  She smiled as she recalled all the times sitting with her father and doing this very same thing.  She wasn’t much for those fancy Eastern types of fighting although in close quarters she could exact some damage.  Her personal preferences ran to the edgy fighting style of guns, blowing shit up, and leaving no survivors.  Her schooling came from the hard military upbringing that her father insisted in teaching his little girl, wanting only to keep her safe.  He knew he wouldn’t be around forever and he wanted her to be able to protect herself.   

A couple of hours later, everything back in pristine shape and ready for her next adventure, she got up and went back for another splash of Whiskey.  Moving around the dark house, she decided that music would help her unwind a little more, the smooth Jazz wound around her in a familiar soothing embrace.  In her bedroom she started to undress, removing her boots and pulling the SOG Seal Pup 5 inch blade from her boot sheath.  Naked, standing next to the bed she consider her options for the evening.  The last job had been hectic with so many civilians around and she processed the images of the job, letting them filter through her mind, putting it away.  Her training allowed her to review and not dwell on the job, and move on. 

Grabbing up her phone, she punched in a number and waited for him to answer.   “Yeah.” Mack answered on the second ring.  He wasn’t much for talking on the phone and she smiled.  She could have sent him a text but she liked to rile him in little ways.

“I’m stepping into the shower.  You going to be here when I get out?”  She asked him in a no nonsense voice.  She did not wait for an answer, none was needed.  If he wasn’t there when she got out of the shower, well that was his loss.  Moving into the bathroom with her glass, she turned on the taps and then looked at herself in the mirror.  New bruises were still popping up, but they would be gone quick enough.  She traced a finger over some old scars. She wasn’t one to dwell long on the past; each had its own story.  One last swallow of Whiskey and she moved into the shower.  She let the hot water beat down on her.  Hot water was its own kind of pleasure, soothing away tension and any lingering aches.   Washing her hair and then just letting the water pound her body, she relaxed and let the water do its magic.  Her libido rose slowly from its forced dormancy and stretched throughout her body.  She felt the reaction almost immediately as her nipples puckered and grew taut.  Her willowy frame left no doubt as to grace and speed, but her breasts were naturally large for her slender frame and at 5’8”, she got noticed when she walked into a room.  She brought her hands up to her breasts and held their weight, immediately her nipples elongated and grew needy.  Her fingers came up and started to pull and pluck at them and a small shudder racked her.  It had been a while for her, and release of the dark and primal urges within her was just what the doctor ordered. 

She knew he would be there when she got out of the shower.  Stepping out and turning off the taps, she grabbed a towel from the rack and wrapped herself in it.  Using another towel she towel dried her hair and moved into the bedroom.  Suddenly hands pushed her up against the wall and she felt his body up against hers.  He tugged the towel away from her ran his hands across her shoulders and down each arm until he grasped her hands and then slowly brought them up on each side until she was spread against the wall.  “Leave them right there.” He said in a low tone.  His hands skimmed down her arms, noting the taut muscles underneath.  He moved down until he could cup her breasts and his palms felt their weight.  His fingers immediately went to work on her nipples, pulling the nipples and squeezing them between his forefinger and thumb.  He knew what she craved but he didn’t give it to her right away.  Plucking, pulling, and squeezing, he worked her nipples until her head fell back on her neck and a sigh left her lips.   He released her nipples but continued to massage and play with her breasts, working them with his hands, another way of keeping her focus. 

He moved his hands down slowly over her abdomen and felt the way she pulled in the muscles as his fingers danced over the skin on their way down.  He paused at her waist and then brought his hands back around to her back.  His thumbs worked up and down her spine until he felt the tightening of her muscles release.  Working his thumbs deep into the muscles along her spine, he worked slowly up and down, working her back from shoulders to hips.  He could almost hear her purr.  As his hands worked down lower and lower with each pass, he finally stopped at the globes of her ass.  He palmed each globe and squeezed.  She tried hard to withstand the impulse to push back but he kept working his fingers and hands on those delicious globes of flesh that beckoned to be molded, kissed, bit, and spanked.  He had done all those and so much more to her and knew what triggers worked the best.  Finally he pulled the globes apart and slid his thumb up and down the split of her ass, passing closer and closer to that dark treasure.  Finally noise broke from her, a soft mewling that he knew she didn’t even know she was making.

Squatting down and running his hands down her thighs and back up to her ass, over and over again his hands worked her flesh.  He pressed against one calf and pushed so that she widened her stance.  Now, he could definitely smell her arousal and knew that she was getting to the point where he wanted her.  She kicked ass on her job, but in the bedroom her ass was his as well as everything else.  He worked his hands back up the backs of her legs until he was at the crease of her ass cheek and thigh, he dug his thumbs in deeply and worked up each globe of her ass, massaging and draining the last of her tension away.  He knew her body almost as well as he knew his own.  

Moving his fingers down, he paused at the tender crease and ran the tips of his fingers along the dark curls nestled there waiting for his touch.  Slowly, he moved his fingers closer and closer until he felt her move her body in way that told him she wanted more.  Pressing between her womanly folds, he felt her moisture. He moved his fingers in lazy figure eights spreading her moisture building her pleasure slowly.  As his fingers slid through her slippery moisture, he would occasionally probe deeply into her core to remind her that he would have her his way.  She arched back against her hands whenever he probed deeper and deeper into her heated core; he stopped and then waited for her to resume her position.  He played her body, building her excitement, feeling the tremors move through her frame.  He could hear her murmured pleas for more and finally when he thought he had drawn out her excitement long enough, he plunged two fingers into her suddenly and heard her gasp of pleasure.  His stood up behind her and pressed her body against the wall and worked his fingers in and out of her in a rhythm that would bring her to her peak soon.  Moving his other hand around to the front of her, he played with her clit and flicked it just enough that it splintered her concentration.  Her body replied in kind and he felt a rush of liquid around his fingers as they continued to move in and out of her. Her moaning grew louder and he heard her whispered words, “Please Mack, I need it now, damn it, help me.”

“I will baby.” He murmured into her ear and then he bit down on the sensitive cord on the side of her neck and felt her shudder. As her head lolled on her neck, exposing more of it to his mouth, he nipped her ear lobe and then said into her ear, “You’re going to scream for me aren’t you baby?”  Moving his fingers so that he could work her clit and massage it in the way that guaranteed her climax, Mack pressed her breasts more firmly against the wall with his upper body, pinning her body.  Her neck exposed to him, her body calling to him, he pushed another finger deeper into her core and worked her body.  Soon she was crying out her pleasure and whispering words of encouragement to him.  Then he felt that slight stillness before she plunged over the edge, and as her breathing escalated, he bit down harder against her neck, and worked her feminine folds, fingers deep inside her, and squeezing against her clit.  Her scream split the quietness of the room and he felt her shudder and spasm around his fingers.  Shudders racked her and her hips moved against his body and hands as the last of her orgasm slid through her body. He pulled his fingers from inside her and thumbed her clit one more time as she gasped at the sensitive nub of flesh responded to his touch. 

Slowly her arms slid down the wall but she remained pressed up against it as his body continued to hold her there.  She was pretty sure that she would have slid down the wall herself if he hadn’t so effectively pinned her there.  She felt his arms come around her and pull her back against his frame.  A long moan escaped her as she just let him hold her.  His hands came up and caressed her breasts softly and she gasped when he pulled at her nipples, her body still singing from her recent climax.  Slowly turning in his arms she tipped her head back and looked at him.  His hands drifted around to her ass and pulled her against him.  She draped her arms around his neck and smiled.  “I had a hankering for a Mack attack.” She said softly. 

Sophie's Mirror ~

Sophie shook her head at her fanciful fantasy.  It was quite evident to her that Ryanne, the lithe, sensual goddess who played so prominently in every waking and sleeping daydream and fantasy, was just that… a daydream or fantasy.  Determined to move on, Sophie strode out of her office building and headed for her apartment that she kept close by.  Time for Sophie to get busy with living again, and to that end, she had to formulate a plan.  Fishing the keys out of her bag, she opened the door to her apartment and immediately realized it had been a while since she had been here.  Evidently she wasn’t the only one not being used, and the thought made her laugh aloud.  Definitely time to move on.  Sophie peeled away the layers of her work world and walked naked over to the wet bar in the living room and poured herself a good amount of whiskey.  Her hand idly stroked over her naked flesh and awareness slowly unfurled deep within.  She moved to stand in front of the floor length mirror and sipped her whiskey and watched as her body slowly became aroused. 

Brushing her hair over her shoulder, she plucked and squeezed at her nipple until it changed from a pale pink to a deeper rose hue as her excitement grew.  She twisted and pinched first one nipple and then the other, each becoming exquisitely sensitive and causing her soft sighs to turn to moans.  Taking another sip of her whiskey, Sophie put the cut crystal tumbler down on the small table and turned her full attention to her body displayed in the mirror.   Moving her hands up to her neck and then slowly back down her body, Sophie kept her eyes open to watch her body’s response.  Her hand roamed further down her body and wandered over her hip and then around to caress the silky skin of her ass.

Turning slightly in the mirror, she caressed her ass and then raising her hand, brought it down smartly on that flesh.  Surprised at the stinging pleasure, Sophie’s eyes opened wide.  Stroking her hands over her ass, Sophie smiled.  Taking a deep breath, she bent at her waist and brought both hands up to slowly stroke her inner thighs.  Lost in the feelings, her hands crept up closer to the dampness between her thighs.  Teasing along the outer lips of her sex, she pressed those lips close together and rubbed one against the other and felt an immediate response deep inside.  A slow curling of her desire, a tightening inside that spoke of her passion rising.   Sophie stood up and turned around and her hand went down to the dampness between her thighs, slipping a finger between her feminine folds and swirling the dampness around, she pulls her finger out and brings it up to her mouth and sucks her finger.  She finds that she enjoys the taste of herself, sweet and tangy at the same time.  She touched her breasts and felt their fullness in her hands.  She ran her hands down the sides of her body and back up again to her nipples where she tweaked and pinched them.  She paid close attention to her physiologic changes and then moaned softly when she was brought back to the tightening sexual desire deep within.  There was a subtle glow on her face.  Her breathing increased.  Sophie was amazed at the changes she watched coming over her body.  She had never really paid much attention to the things that were happening to her, just that she felt good and could climax were her main goals.  A part of her enjoyed seeing the changes happening to her body as well as the excitement starting to course through her.  She slid a hand down between her thighs and spread her legs wider.  She noted that she appeared to be a bit swollen on her nether lips and then she reached down with both hands and using her fingers spread the lips apart.  Looking at herself for the first time, she noted the moisture gathering and color.  She had shaved herself enough to know she was not usually this dark a rose color and her clit was swollen.  Sophie, not a stranger to the fascination of her own body’s feelings, knew that if she touched her clitoris right now, the spiraling desire inside her would coil tighter. 

She moved two fingers on either side of her clitoris and pushed down and then slid up, careful not touch the top of her clit itself.  The sensation made her rock her hips.  She moved her fingers through her creamy slickness and went up and down her length on each side and the feelings this caused amazed her.  She tried valiantly to keep her eyes open but she was fast losing that battle as the sensations of her excitement intensified.  Her clit and pussy demanded more.   Her thighs had developed a quiver.  Forcing her eyes open, Sophie realized she was panting and she was flushed from her chest, up to her neck, and her face.  Her eyes glittered back at her as she focused her gaze.  One hand continued to slide in between the lips of her pussy and the other came up to pluck and tease her nipples.  Riding the wave her growing passion, Sophie’s fingers danced over her body.  Her breathing increased until she was softly panting and then the coil inside her was so tight that she moaned.  A light sheen of sweat coated her face. 

Moving her fingers in a familiar rhythm that rocked her hips, Sophie’s fingers in her pussy now worked over the swollen folds and between them, giving her the pleasure she craved.  The fingers on her nipples continued to pluck and pinch, working them so that the sweet ache built and started to turn her banked embers in to a flame.  Her hips now flexed and moved as she rose up higher to that peak, Sophie used two fingers and applied pressure to her clit and massaged it on either side building her excitement to that sweet crescendo.  Using a jacking motion, Sophie fingers continued until she was so caught up in the pleasure, she bucked her hips and her climax slammed into her.  Shuddering and rocking her hips, Sophie gasped and held her breath as the first spiking electricity shot through her and hit her clit.  The coil inside her sprung open and Sophie quivered with spasms as she worked herself over the edge.  A deep guttural moan, and the hand working Sophie’s nipples shot out and she used it to brace herself against the mirror as the climax sweeping through her threatened to buckle her legs beneath her. 

Riding through the wave of her climax, Sophie’s breathing slowed and she lifted her head and cleared her gaze and looked at herself in the mirror.  Her mouth was red and a bit swollen from her biting her lips and the glow still rode high on her cheeks.  Her nipples were puckered and stippled with the afterglow of her climax.  Removing her fingers from between her legs, Sophie looked at her glistening fingers and then brought them to her mouth, sucking on them.  When she thought she could stand up again, she did so and looked at her body again.  Sweeping her long hair her over her shoulder, she smiled and with a shaking hand grabbed her tumbler of whiskey and took a drink.  She definitely needed a shower now she thought to herself and moved toward the bathroom, smiling and feeling better about life.

The Car Park ~

Walking through the car park, her loose-limbed walk was the only thing she heard as her heels beat out the staccato rhythm of her walk.  She glanced around without really thinking about anything in particular.  Her moment of introspection was broken by something that floated across her subconscious but she couldn’t quite put a finger on it.  She got her keys out of her pocket and then jangled them in her hand thinking about what she would do with the rest of her evening. 

Coming up to her car, she had the key in her hand that would open the door. She put the key in the door and then felt an arm grip her around her waist and as she opened her mouth to scream, a hand slammed across her mouth.  Being pulled back by a force greater than her own, fear kicked into high gear and she started thrashing around, kicking out, hoping against hope that she would get away.  The arm around her midsection squeezed tighter and a voice in her ear told her to calm down.  She went wild in her fright and panic took over.  He grunted when her flailing foot caught him low on his leg.  She actually heard him chuckle. That caused her to feel a frisson of fear that she hadn’t felt before.

He moved her further into the shadows and heard something that almost caused her heart to stop, the sounds of someone else.  “Grab her legs.” She heard him say and again she tried to focus a kick somewhere, anywhere that would count.  She felt hands around her ankles and she became immobilized.  The fight went out of her more and more the deeper the shadows closed around her.  This late at night, nobody was likely to be around. 

Another corner and then a door opened and they took her into a hallway, or at least it looked like a hallway to her.  She moaned behind the hand when she saw another man waiting.  A tear trickled down her cheek.  In the back of her mind, she knew this would not end well.   As they came to halt, the man holding her feet let them fall to the floor, and he grabbed a wrist instead. The man holding her around the middle and had a hand across her mouth, removed his hand and the arm and took her other wrist instead.  They pulled her arms until she was spread out and moved her so that she was against the wall.  Then she felt a boot positioned next to her foot and trap her there, as well as a boot on the other side trapping that foot as well, both pulled her legs a little bit so that her balance was secured by them holding her in place.  She was spread-eagle against the wall and the third man came up to her. She watched as he reached into his pocket and withdrew a black sash of some sort and as he came closer to her, she tried to pull away.  The fear of being blindfolded almost made the panic surface again and somehow she knew she had to keep a clear head.  He instead put the sash against her lips until she opened her mouth, watching him as he smiled. He tied it behind her head.

He then ran his fingers across the sash and patted her lips with his fingertip.  His fingers caressed her face and then roamed down her neck. His hand wrapped around her throat and her eyes widened and she felt him tighten his hand just a bit and her eyes snapped to his.  He leaned in and said in a voice that held authority, “This can go one of two ways, easy or hard. This will depend on you.”  He stepped back a few inches and reached into his pocket and withdrew something that glinted in the dim light, flashing silver.  She heard the rasp of a blade and again her panic rose.  She cried out behind the gag and tried to move but the hands holding her wrists kept her immobile.  She couldn’t move her legs.  She couldn’t move at all.  Thrashing her head from side to side in a negative gesture, she again tried to scream.  She saw the knife then and went absolutely still.  He moved so that he was closer in front of her and her eyes were captured by his dark obsidian gaze.  The knife came up between them and she felt his hand pull her blouse from her skirt and then with both hands, he pulled until the buttons pinged in the silence of the hallway and all that separated her flesh and the knife was her bra.  She felt the cool edge of steel move against her abdomen and she sucked in her breath and went still.  The blade moved up further until she heard the nick of the blade against the material of her bra and then the coolness of the air slide across her panicked sweat.  With the knife, he flicked the cups of her loosened bra from her flesh until her breasts were exposed.  A shudder coursed through her frame.  She heard the snap of the blade as it was closed. 

He leaned forward and she felt his breath on her chest. He licked slowly from the valley between her breasts, up her chest, to her neck and paused over the fluttering pulse in her neck. She moaned behind the sash.  She felt his hand on her thigh edging up her skirt, slowly until it was at the level of her panties.  His mouth on her neck caught her attention again as she felt him open his mouth and he placed his teeth against the pulse in her neck. She tried to pull away but he held her as he bit down on her neck. There was no pain but the threat was there all the same. She felt his other hand on the side of her other thigh, as he pulled her skirt up until it was around her waist, exposing her from the waist down, clad only in her panties.  His hands came up to the gusset of silk between her legs and he laid his hand against her core.  He released her neck and pulled back a bit to watch the expressions chasing across her face.  Her breathing which had stalled in her chest came out now in a whoosh.  She felt him run his fingers against the silk and she closed her eyes.  She heard him murmur, “Nice, you’re getting wet.”  She realized suddenly that she was indeed wet between her legs. 

His hands moved to the outsides of her thighs and then slowly up over her hips to her waist. She felt him move up her ribs until he paused just beneath her breasts.  His thumbs came up and moved across the tender skin of the underside of her breasts.  Her breathing accelerated just a bit. How could her body betray her now?  She knew she was very sensitive and it was becoming apparent as she felt her nipples beading and turning to hardened points of pleasure. Her face flamed in the gloom and she bit into the sash across her mouth.  His hands moved slowly up until he held the weight of her breasts in his palms.  He rubbed with his palms across her nipples and sounds worked in her throat.  The thumb and forefinger of each hand clamped on to a nipple and rolled each side.  Her head rolled on her neck. He pulled and rolled her nipples until she felt another rush of fluid between her legs. His hands then moved to the outer sides of each breast and he pushed them together and then his mouth was on a nipple and she felt him suck and bite until she moaned in her throat.  He paid the same attention to the other nipple. She felt a spear of desire shoot through her and then down to her heated core.  He lifted his mouth away from her and his hands roamed around underneath her outspread arms until he moved his hands against her spine and then he pulled her close to his body as he ground his erection against her.

He stepped back and nodded at each of the guys holding her and then felt her legs pulled apart more.  She watched as his hand came up against the juncture between her thighs and then felt his hand grip her panties and pulled them until they were but a thin silk piece that rode up high into her crease. He pulled and she felt it ride against the bundle of nerves that were electrified by the sudden abrasion of the silk rubbing it.  She moaned.  He smiled.  Then in a blink of an eye he ripped the silk from her body and she was totally exposed to him.  He brought the silk up to nose and inhaled.  She closed her eyes.  She felt his hand between her thighs and opened her eyes wide as he slid his fingers through her slickness. The gliding of those fingers slowly upon her heated, swollen flesh brought another sound to her throat.  She felt another hand on the globe of her ass and felt that hand kneed her flesh.  Another hand was clamped around a breast and she felt an overload of sensations grip her.  The hand between her legs worked faster and she closed her eyes and then opened them abruptly when she felt two fingers slide deep up inside her.  He watched her and knew.  He moved those two fingers in and out of her hot wetness slowly and mercilessly. 

She felt the hand on her nipple clamp down and she moaned the clamping fingers relentless, almost to the edge of pain.  The hand on her ass moved closer to the crease that divided the globes and her overloaded senses felt a small thrill.  The hand moving deep inside her stopped and she felt the fingers move up the nerve bundle that now ached with a raw, primal need.  She held her breath and waited and watched.  He stepped back and she watched as he undid his pants and reached inside to expose his erection. He reached into a pocket and she saw him rip open a packet and then he sheathed himself with a condom. He stepped back closer to her then he moved again within her moisture and then shoved two fingers deep inside her.  Her breath caught and then he spread his fingers and with a twist of his wrist he worked her.  She couldn’t resist, her hips tried to move but she was effectively pinned without the ability to move.  The hand on her ass moved up and down the crease and then further down until she felt the two hands meet between her legs.  The hand, on her ass, then slide easier as it picked up some of the moisture that was flooding between her thighs. It then moved to the dark rose between the cheeks of her ass. The finger started teasing her, working around her rear entry, probing and swirling.

She felt another hand against her other breast teasing and pulling, and working her nipple and then fingers clamped around it, applying enough pressure to be just short of pain.  Her breathing came in pants and bit into the sash around her mouth.  She felt a mouth close to her ear, sucking and biting on the lobe.  Then the other side was being worked over by another mouth.  Then the hand between her legs stopped and she felt the prod of something else and in her extreme excitement, with the wetness between her legs seeping down her thighs, he slid his erection in slowly until he was seated deep inside her.  His hands came up around her waist and he held her immobile as he moved slowly in and out of her fleshly sheath.  Soon the pace of the rhythm he set increased and he was working into her faster and harder.  She moaned as she felt a climax beat against her. 

The muscles of her inner sheath clenched and she groaned again.  The finger working at her dark passage breached her barrier and worked inside her slowly and then began a counter pace to the rhythm of the man in her other passage.  When her frantic moans became more frequent, she felt him swell inside her and pound her flesh harder and deeper, the finger in her back passage matched the pace and she felt her climax slam into her.  She screamed behind the gag in her mouth.  When she thought she was through, she felt the mouths on her ears bite down and the fingers on her nipples release and she climaxed harder a second time.  Behind her eyes she saw a million stars explode as the sensual sensations of her climax burst through her, ravaging her with the heat of her desires.  Her mind whirled up into the heavens and exploded with the stars. 

Slowly the chaotic, overwhelming sensations that buffeted her body coalesced once more and she came back to the moment.  She was still spread eagled against the wall but now hands were smoothing over her body and she felt the lassitude of sexual release roll through her.  Hands were pulling her feet together until she was standing upright on her own.  Her arms were by her sides once more and she felt someone working the sash around the back of her head.  She felt the sash fall away and licked at her dry lips.  She shuddered and remained where they had placed her.  The men on either side of her were smiling and watching her.  The man who had been so deep inside her winked at her and he too smiled.  At a loss as to what to do, she simply stood there.  The man in front of her was once again saying something to her and forced her mind to focus and pay attention.  “You were magnificent.” She heard him say.  Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, she looked at him and said, “What?  What did you say?”  He reached out and took her hand in his and laid a card in the palm of her hand.  Then the three men walked away and down the hall. 

She waited until she didn’t hear any footsteps and looking around, she pulled her skirt down, momentarily wondering where her panties had gone.  Slowly walking back in the direction of the car park, she pulled her blouse together and saw the sash hanging around her neck.  She then remembered the card in her hand.  Stopping underneath a dim light she looked at it.  It simply read, “Fantasies do come true.” 

The Hitchhiker

Stumbling slightly, she was so damn tired she felt like she could sleep for weeks. The snug jeans were starting to chafe in places that  might have been more interesting if she wasn’t so tired. How long had she been walking, hours or was it days. Hell felt like it could have been weeks… not one to play the pity card, she kept walking and unfortunately talking to herself.  Darkness was falling fast thank goodness it wasn’t too cold, though a breeze had sprung up.  Damn what I wouldn’t give for a firm bed, hard man, and hot shower… and not necessarily in that order.

She heard the rumble before she saw what it was… a motorcycle,  hmmm Harley perhaps.  She glanced over her shoulder and her long red hair whipped in the wind and she reached up and grabbed it out of her eyes, don’t slow down.. Slow down please.. She continued to walk on… The rumble got closer and then the light of the headlamp fell on her.  The bike was slowing down and came around her and stopped.  She walked a bit slower contemplating her choices here… none really.  She walked up to the bike and the rider, nice bike she thought.  She paused standing next to the bike and noted that the rider must be very tall… and she paused, uncertainty written all over her.  “Wanna ride…?”  She looked into the most devastating sherry colored eyes and felt her tummy tighten, and his hair was tied back in pony tail, covered with a bandana but it looked dark in the falling light. “Yeah, that would be great..” she replied and leaned a bit forward and she put her leg over the back and snuggled up behind him on the seat. Her shoulder bag fit between her and the backrest barely, causing her to press a bit closer to the man than she would perhaps have liked but what the hell, she had a ride… suddenly he revved and put her arms around his waist, and off they went into the night.

As her arms came around his waist she noted the lean form and muscle. His abdomen felt like cement.  She felt a small pulse beat low and begin a steady beat.  God she was so tired… the steady thrum of the engine beat into her and the throb of the bike massaged those muscles she thought were long on their way to forsaken.  Leaning her head against his back she sighed and wondered what next.  What a turn of events… don’t go there her mind muttered… you need to look forward, looking back was nothing but grief.

Suddenly she felt a hand on her leg and her insides quaked in momentary panic… the hand pulled her leg until her foot was pressed against his thigh, then he patted her other knee and found that she was sitting Indian style which caused her to snuggle closer but wrapped around his body she felt more secure on the bike. Feeling the slick of fear that had wrapped around her heart after her spike of panic, she felt her body slacken a bit and took a deep breath. Her body relaxed in increments and she pressed her face to the back of his jacket wrapped her arms around him and snuggled closer.

The vibrating of the engine soothed her and she could let her mind wander. She wondered who he was, she had to admit it was a hot bike. No conversation as the pipes were so loud but she liked that. It was all about the feel, the engine, the man, the night wind as it curled around both of them.  The open road, the night.. Mmmm now this was good.

She jerked with sudden awareness, wondering what startled her. She must have dozed off, god she hoped it hadn’t been long.. They were still cruising down the road but something was definitely different and then noted that the engine was not full throttle anymore, they were slowing down.. She became aware as she tried to bring her mind into focus.  Up ahead she could see a motel of some sort and she sighed. Well I guess it had to happen sooner or later.. Nothing was free in this world.

He wheeled the bike under the portico and patted her thigh and she tried to remove her leg and found that she was numb and couldn’t.. A low chuckle and he wrapped his hand around her calf and massaged the muscle a bit and then put her foot down on the peg, and then repeated the process on the other side. Lifting off the bike, he turned to her, looking into her sleepy gaze, “I need some sleep, you’re welcome to a bed and a shower, your choice…” and walked away. She watched his ass encased in jeans and thought for a second.. Damn that ass was fine. A bed and shower… she wanted to cry she wanted them so badly… She must have drifted off in her mind for the next moment he was back and swinging his leg over the bike and starting it up. They rumbled along until they came to the spot he was looking for… and he backed into a parking space in front of a door and shut the bike down.  Again he swung his leg over the bike and looked at her… “well, take me up on my offer?”  She nodded her head and went to swing her leg off the bike and almost did a face plant.. “whoa… let me help…” and he put his hands around her waist and helped her off the bike and let her find her legs. No problem but her legs didn’t work. She would have crumbled to the ground if he hadn’t been holding on to her. “aw hell” he said and swept her up in his arms. She tried to protest but just couldn’t find the strength.  He walked the few short steps to the door and looked down at her and said…”you’ll have to get the key out of my pocket.” and she looked up at him and he looked over his shoulder pointing with his chin at his right back pocket. She brought her arm down between them and wedged her fingers into his pocket and grabbed the key, but not before noting that his ass was as tight as it had looked.  She brought the key up and he dipped her so that she could put the key card into the door and push the handle down, and he booted the door open and proceeded through the door.

He walked over to the bed and the next thing she knew she was falling and a squeak escaped her as she hit the bed, and fell flat on her back. Looking up that lean muscled body, she took a deep breath and just lay there… He looked down at her and said…”you want the shower first? I’ll run out and see if I can find us some food, sound like a plan?”
and watched her eyes… She closed her eyes and in a soft voice…”thanks, that sounds wonderful if you don’t mind…” and struggled to sit up.  A hand appeared in front of her and she took it and he pulled her up to a sitting position.  “I won’t be long, lock the door behind me, I’ll grab the key…” and with that he walked over to the door and went out.  She put her head in her hands and sat there a moment. I will not cry, I will not.. Oh hell.  A tear escaped down her cheek and she struggled to her feet. She walked over to the door and locked it but didn’t put the safety latch on.  She went over to the area where a small table and two chairs were arranged and sat down. She pulled her boots off and thought she would scream.  She stood up and pulled her jeans off, her panties next, stretching her back her long hair hitting the cheeks of her ass, she dropped her shirt and bra next and headed into the shower.
The hot water did a lot to restore her. She lathered and rinsed and did it again, damn this was good. She let the water beat down on her and shuddered at the awakening of her body.  Damn better get out of here she thought and turned off the taps… She grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her hair and then another around her body. She opened the door and walked back into the room. She shook her head at her clothes laying around and bent to pick them up when the door opened and he walked back into the room.  Her bare ass in the air, great she thought and continued to pick up her clothes. She turned around and her cheeks pinked as he walked into the room and she side-stepped and lay her clothes on the foot of the bed and dropped her boots on the floor. She picked up her shoulder bag and grabbed clean panties and dropped her towel with her back turned to him, after all he’d already seen her ass, modesty seemed a moot point now. She grabbed an oversized shirt and put it on, then turned around just as he was peeling his shirt off. She gaped as the shirt revealed abs that were rock hard and his hair was indeed dark and just a bit longer than she had originally thought and dark as sin.  He looked at her and said ‘Any hot water left?” and walked to the bathroom. He peeled his jeans off after pulling his boots off and when noticed that the door didn’t close she kept watching, like a movie.  He turned then and noticed her standing there… He raised an eyebrow “wanna wash my back?” and headed into the shower.  She gaped and then turned around shaking her head… oh hell yeah she wanted to wash his back, his front, and well everything.  Damn it had been a while since she had sex. She had a feeling he’d be something else in that department, and a swift shot of lust swamped her and pooled low in her abdomen.  The water turned off and she wandered over to the table where bags of food and beers sat.  She sat down in one of the chairs and waited. He came out in a few minutes with his jeans on, sort of, the top button undone, hanging loosely on his hips in a way that made her mouth water.  A towel draped over his shoulders, damn he was pretty fine.  He sat down and grabbed a beer, twisted the cap off and handed it to her.  She thanked him and took a deep drink feeling the coolness slide down her throat… a sigh escaped her and she looked at him.  He grabbed one and tilted it towards her in salute and took a drink.  He opened the bag nearest him and took out two burgers and handed her one and sat back and ate his. His eyes watched her and she ate her burger in silence and drank the beer. How long since she had just sat and well ….nothing.  He finished and tossed the paper in the bag and grabbed another beer.  She finished her burger and drank her beer.  She finally looked at him and raised an eyebrow quizzically.  He smiled and offered her another beer, she took it and thanked him in a soft voice and her eyes strayed to the bed.  He laughed and tapped her knee, she looked at him and he said “its big enough for two…” and tipped his head back and finished his beer.  He stood up abruptly and she pushed back in her chair, he looked at her and said he was going outside to smoke.  Offering her one, she shook her head negatively.  As he leaned the door on the lock, she got up and threw away the trash and went into the bathroom and ran a comb through her hair, grabbing the hair dryer she used it a bit to dry some of the heavy wetness out of hair.  She put it all away and walked back into the room, he was on the bed stretched out on top. She closed the door to the bathroom and sat on the edge of the bed and thought what the hell and crawled under the sheets.

Morning hit like a bomb exploding in the room. Tucked up against a man, an arm like a vice around her waist… what the hell? Then the previous day came tumbling back into her sleep riddled brain.  She relaxed and laid there for a moment more. She felt his arm tighten ever so slightly and then he rolled over and to his feet.  He went into the bathroom and a few minutes later walked out.  She’d rolled out of bed when he left the room and got dressed and was messing with her hair when he strolled back in.  She looked at him and he paused… “well, ya ready?”  She canted her head and looked at him.  She smiled and grabbed her jacket and bag and said… “sure am”.

Some time down the road he rolled the bike to a shaded area and stopped.  He got up and wandered off a distance. She took the time to get the blood flowing back into her limbs. It was better than last night but still it took some getting used to. She rubbed her ass cheeks trying to get the numbness out of them, and raised her arms over head and stretched her spine and swung down at the waist positively feeling her spine crack. Suddenly she felt him behind her and he was rubbing the cheeks of her ass, and damn it felt good. Why did he always come up on her when she was bent over.. But no matter, she slowly went to stand up and his hands came around her waist to the front of her belly and she instinctively sucked her belly in.  His hands roamed up to her breasts and palmed them. She arched back and stretched herself against his frame…oh he felt so good.  His fingers were bringing her nipples to an aching tenderness. Suddenly she felt a hand at the front of her jeans and the button was undone before she could blink and the zipper down and his hand was inside and he palmed her mound.  A groan hit her lips before the next breath.   He moved their bodies closer to the bike and then pulled his hand out of her jeans and hooked his thumbs inside the jeans and pushed them down her thighs.  And she helped him by wiggling her hips and then her panties followed and they were soon down around her boots. His hand slid up her back and unhooked her bra under shirt and her breasts were freed from their lacy confines.  She tried to arch her back but his other hand was implacable against her back and he urged her to bend over the seat of the motorcycle. He slid his hands over the cheeks of her ass and rubbed circles over the globes and then one hand came around to the front and he slid a finger inside her slick folds and a moan flowed from her lips.  He rubbed that finger in slick circles inside her pussy, but did not touch her throbbing clit. She tried to move so that his finger would touch it but he held her with a hand on her hip.  When he told her to stand still she complied and his other hand rubbed up and down the crack of her ass. The combined stimulation set her body to trembling and the ache deep inside her needed a release.. He pulled her cheeks back until she felt his solid erection and she wiggled against his jeans and the ridge inside them.  A pooling started low in between her thighs. Between the ache of her breasts and the ache of her clit she was in an inferno of lust.  She tried to turn around but he kept her in position and then ran his fingers in her slickness between her thighs and she moaned, then he inserted a finger and thrust up inside her, that was followed by another finger and then he thrust those two fingers until she thought she would burst but he stopped. She was panting and achy with need.  She felt him open his jeans and then she felt the prod of that smooth head between her thighs and she tried to open her thighs wider but she was trapped by her jeans. He chuckled and bent her further over the seat of the motorcycle and her ass rose in the air and the soft wetness of her pussy was more exposed and he thrust into her from behind.  A groan escaped her mouth and then it was game on. He thrust into her in one hard brutal thrust and then withdrew to do it again, by the second thrust the juices were running down her thighs and she was meeting his thrusts with her own.  His  hand in the middle of her back kept her in place as well as the hard hold he had on her hip. He held her still and moved his hips back and forth pounding into her. Cries fell from her lips and she knew that she was so damn close. She reached up and put a finger on her clit and pressed down and started to push again that bundle of nerves in time with his thrusts and when she was about to come she felt his hand tighten on her hip and she pressed harder and flames shot through her pussy and she came like a wave crashing.  Her cries echoed off the trees and she shuddered as the end of her released lapped at her pussy. He pulled free of her tightness rubbed his fingers through the swollen lips of her pussy and she shuddered again and he thrust three fingers deep inside her pussy once more and she screamed as another tight little orgasm speared through her.  Her head hanging down and her breasts swaying with her deep heaving breaths, he pulled his fingers out and patted the sleek cheeks of her ass and stepped back. She heard him adjust his jeans.  She stayed there for a few seconds more and then straightened slowly.  She tried to reach down for her panties and jeans and had to hold on to the bike for support but finally managed to get her jeans and panties back up. She slowly turned and her hair in wild disarray, breasts on display, she looked at him and smiled… “Now that was a ride.” ...

A Fantasy...

Trembling like a leaf in a breeze, he gazed upon her as she stood there.  She tried to keep the words behind her lips.  Her tumultuous thoughts tumbled around inside her.  He stroked down her arms with his finger and then across her back and down the center of it until his hands rested on her hips.  He leaned in closer, moved her hair aside and kissed the nape of her neck.  She stood very still and catalogued each feeling and nuance inside her mind.

He escorted her into the very exclusive gentleman’s club.  He nodded to different men as they moved through the main rooms.  She kept her vision narrowed to those steps directly in front of her.  She could feel his hand on the small of her back and knew his possession.  He turned down a hallway and his movements slowed and she cast a look under her lashes at him and slowed when he stopped.  He circled a wrist and pulled her closer to him and whispered into her ear…”Do you remember when you shared your fantasy with me?”  She wet her lips and knew… The conversation had been casual, she had no idea he would remember it. The whole topic had changed to something else.

She could hear the deep murmur of voices and he stopped and caressed her and then leaned in for a deep kiss.  His lips laid claim to hers and she responded by melting underneath him and gave him what he wanted.  He turned her so that she was facing the wall and then he trailed his fingers down her arms in a sensual caress that caused shudders and then he reached her wrists and circled them with his hands and she quivered under his hands and he could feel her pulse quicken.  The hint of his control in that simple gesture of him circling her wrists caused her to clench her thighs together.   He raised her hands over her head and then standing close behind her.. “Keep them there princess” he murmured in her ear and  with a sharp little nip on her earlobe,  sucked on it and then kissed her neck.

Slowly sliding his hands down her sides to cup her breasts he pressed her firmly against the pole that was positioned in the middle of her body, a breast on each side and then plucked at the responsive nipples until they stood erect and wanting.  His hands slid down to her hips and pulled back on them so that her mound wasn’t resting against the pole.  She mewled in her throat but the sound got no further.  “I do not want your sensitive pussy touching this post. Do you understand?” He asked in a soft strong voice.  “Yes.” She whispered back.  She felt him move away from her and the coolness touched her back.  He placed a strip over her eyes that blurred the edges of her vision, she was not in darkness but in a world of shadows and mystery.  “Enjoy baby.” and with those whispered words she heard him walk away.  She closed her eyes and tried to reel in her whirling thoughts.

With her blurred vision she couldn’t really see anything but shadows, it was all a bit surreal.  Then footsteps neared and a hand trailed down her spine.  Her low cut dress dipped to just above the crack of her ass and the fingers continued to trail lower, then stopped.  Her heart accelerated and her breath came in soft pants.  The unknowing was beating at her defenses.  Then the hand withdrew and the coolness took its place.  Leaning her head against the post she drew in a deep breath.  Murmuring voices were coming closer and she picked out two distinct voices.  They slowed as they came closer to her and then they stopped.  One hand reached out and caressed a breast and played with her nipple, pulling on it and pinching until the edge of pain then relaxing, and doing it again.   She felt another hand caress down her ass and squeeze and then run a finger along the crease and she tried to stay relaxed.  Another hand swept her hair off of her neck and lips traveled across a shoulder and then she felt the sharp nip of teeth and she shuddered.  The multiple sensations bombarding her were crashing inside her.  Feeling their hands on her made her weak as they kept her on the biting edge of passion but not enough to bring her over.  The hand on her ass squeezed to the point that she wondered if their would be bruises tomorrow but then it slid down to the crease and slowly around her hip until those fingers were over her pussy and then those fingers were tapping with just enough pressure to cause her to bite her lip as she felt the need rise swiftly to climax and then nothing.  The hands left her and she heard them retreat.  Taking deep breaths she so wanted to press against the post but knew she couldn’t.  She felt so many feelings cascading through her, whirling and driving the passion into every dark crevice.

She shuddered and then heard footsteps approaching and stilled.  She waited in anticipation and then felt hands on her ankles and gasped out loud.  Another set of footsteps approached and then another hand touched her leg and the first  hand pulled on her ankle gently until she felt her foot slide and her thighs open wider.  Then a hand roamed up her left calf massaging her muscle and then the back of her knee and up to her thigh making small circular patterns, and varying pressures.  The other hand came around to the front of her right leg and moved slowly inexorably up to her thigh and massaged her, wandering inside and over the back and to the front.  Both hands were working her legs and were different textures and pressures, keeping her off balance and she started to pant with the sumptuous sensations.  The hands were everywhere but not where she desperately needed them to be…if only they would touch her weeping moistness.   Just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, the hands withdrew and she wanted to scream with frustration.

Panting and trying to get her shattered emotions until some semblance of control, she stood there and didn’t even hear anyone until she felt hands clasp her around her waist and work their way to her breasts and bring her hardened nipples to even more sensitive points of pleasure.  She felt the heat of an erection pressed against her ass and stood perfectly still.  She hoped he wouldn’t press her into the post, she knew that would make her climax and she had been told to not touch the post.  Her feelings were tossed around like a leaves in the wind.  She quivered as the relentless fingers on her breasts made them swell and fill with need.  Her panting was the only thing she could hear.  Moans broke from her lips and she tried to keep them in.  The hands left her and she felt the coolness again.  Footsteps faded away down the hall.  The edge of desire cut deeply in her and she knew that there would be cream on her thighs and the ache deep inside had spread to every surface of her body until she felt that a mere whisper on her cause her to combust.

Footsteps approached and she heard the tinkling of ice in a glass and then she felt the cool glass slide her spine and her moan was loud and long as she shuddered.  Her head fell forward until it rested on the post.  She shivered and every nerve ending was on fire with the decadent thrill of the coolness of the glass and fire burning deep inside, colliding with the ache of sensuous desire threading through her.  She flexed her fingers around the post and craved more.

The footsteps receded and then more approached and she waited.  The hands were on hers and she knew they were his.  He pressed into her and she stood still.  Then his hands brought hers down until they were once more by her side.  His hands roamed up to her shoulders and massaged the ache away but this in turn only created another corresponding ache.   He pulled her slowly back against him and sighed deeply and melted against him.  He placed an arm around her waist and moved away from the post until she could stand on her wobbly legs without needing his strength.   He turned her to him and kissed her gently on the mouth and when she would have deepened the kiss he pulled away and she quivered.  He left her vision blurred and putting an arm around her moved down the hall a bit and down around a corner.  He opened a door and they moved through it and then he closed the door.  Taking her hand he went over to a chair and sat down and pulled her on to his lap.  Leaning her over his arm he kissed her deeply until all the stimulation rose to the surface again and she was panting in his arms once more.  Lifting her he slid out from underneath her and settled her back in the chair.

He lifted her up and removed her thong and settled her dress high on her waist.  He placed one leg over the arm of the chair and pulled her forward on the seat until she laid back on the other arm and then pulled her other leg over his shoulder.  She was wide open to his gaze and his touch.  She shuddered and panted.  He leaned forward and placed soft kisses and little nips on the insides of her thighs moving ever closer to the place where she wanted him most.  His hands and fingers glided up her thighs spreading her wider and then she felt his breath just mere inches away from the core of her heat.  His fingers eased forward and then he ran his fingers along the swollen tissues, puffy from the stimulation of her senses, pulling on them and making the blood rush into them more.  He spread the delicate petals and then swirled a finger in the glistening moisture and rubbed it up and down spreading it all around, not touching the bundle of nerves burgeoning with need.  

She felt him blow on her clit and she felt like screaming.. She needed to climax so badly, and still his fingers made forays everywhere but where she wanted him.  Then he used his hands to hold her lips apart and she felt his tongue on her and the breath left her lungs in a whoosh to quickly build into a scream that worked its way up her throat.  Slowly his tongue roamed up and down the outer lips of her pussy and then further in until she was mewling and pleading.  Her clit swelled with blood and desire and poked out of the hood until even his breath on it caused her to shudder.  She was so close the coolness of the room was almost enough to make her fall over the sharp edge.  His tongue drove her up and kept her hanging on the precipice but wouldn’t let her fall over the other side.

When she didn’t think she could take it any longer, he plunged two fingers deep inside her and she screamed and flew over the edge.  Her climax was sharp and its claws went deep.  As she shuddered around his fingers, he pulled them out and then sucked her clit into his mouth and she came again, harder, her screams sounding out again and again.  He held her thighs apart as she tried to close them in her sexual delirium.  He sucked on her clit and then that magical, maddening tongue roamed down and snaked through her pussy and lapped at the cream and prodded deep into her vagina and then lapped again at the nectar that continued to flow.  He sucked on her outer lips first one side and then the other, keeping her on that dangerous pinnacle, balanced until he let he go over.  He trailed his fingers again through her pussy, circling her clit making it come alive with sensation again.  Then his fingers skimmed down her pussy and slowly and incrementally entered her until she felt every inch as first one went in and then out.. Then two in and out ever so slowly and deeply.  Then three fingers stretching and plunging slowly in and out.  As she soared higher and higher, little words fell from her lips pleading and begging.  Her breath coming in great gasps and pants.  Then once more he sucked her clit and applied his tongue to it and then just  when she was about to come, he bit down on her clit and screamed and screamed her release and then as she started down, he plunged his fingers into her faster and faster and sucked hard on her clit and another  hard climax shattered her into a million pieces and he felt each and every muscle quiver and clench around his fingers and mouth. His tongue lapping up and down, laving the nectar from her pussy and soothing the tender tissues as they continued to quake under his mouth.

In the cataclysmic aftermath, as her breathing slowed.  She lay there drifting in the languid aftermath of sexual bliss.   He  pulled away from her and brought her legs together feeling the quivering muscles under his hands.  He gentled her with caresses and massaged the muscles of her thighs and brought her down slowly.  He rose to his feet and then leaned down and pulled her onto his lap and cuddled her close, feeling her rapid heart beat and her panting breath against his neck. He stroked his hands up and down  her body bringing her down slowly and quietly. When she rested against him, he tipped her chin up and kissed her lips softly and then rubbed across them with his feeling the little tremors that continued to course through her.  He whispered softly…”I hope the reality was better than the fantasy baby.”  Her lips drifted into a smile as she lay in total sexual lassitude and contentment.

One...

She paced in her office and contemplated her next move.  Her sleek dark gray business suit was suited to the dark thoughts in her head.  She placed the call that had her in turmoil.  He picked up on the first ring.  “Yes..?”  his brusque voice answered and she knew she had caught him in the middle of something.  “No.” She said and quickly hung up the phone and had to sit down she was so dizzy.  Her tummy rolled and she had to put her head between her knees, she felt so faint..

After a few moments she felt a bit steadier and rose on shaky legs to walk over to the wall of glass in her office and look out over the city.  She turned and moved over to the credenza and poured herself a tumbler of Glen Livet, sipping she walked back to the wall of glass and wondered what would happen next…

She walked to the elevator and knew that her weekend would be long and without any answers so she would do her best to just exist.. One day after the next until she was past this, she was a survivor and would survive this.  Looking for her keys she tried to remember where she had had them last…damn they must be upstairs in her office. Nothing to do but to go back up and get them.

Walking down the darkened hallway she moved to her office door and opened it in the dark and walked over to her desk.  She felt a subtle something in the dark and her heart sped up, glancing around… she saw him in the shadows sitting on the couch.  She walked behind her desk and grabbed her keys and started for the door.  He was there before she cleared her desk and had her by the shoulders…”You knew this wouldn’t be the end of it didn’t you?”  His coldness startled her.  She tried to look up into his eyes and the shadows held his secrets.  He shook her shoulders slightly until she gasped and looked up at him again.  His mouth crashed down on her lips… She let him have that which he wanted.  She pushed away from him and walked over to the glass and looked out over the night city shuddering and trying to calm her inner turmoil.  She didn’t know he had moved until he stood behind her and she saw his reflection.  Just feeling his heat behind her made her shiver.  His breath on her neck had her aching and becoming needy deep inside.  He knows her so well and all her weak spots and hidden desires.

“I know you’re afraid, if I don’t push you we will stay where we are now… You need me to help you push those boundaries.”  He said and his deep voice washed over her and she quaked deep inside.  Stepping away she put some space between them and said in a soft voice…”You want too much, you push too hard.”  Her voice soft but strong.  “When have we done anything that you did not want or like?”  His retort was short and angry.  She debated with herself to be honest or to just let it go…

Keeping her back to him, she continued to gaze out at the night and she felt the touch of his hands on her back and he ran his hands lightly over her, he leaned forward and whispered in her ear “Do you really want to end our relationship? When your body responds to me the way it does?  When I know what pleases you, how to make you scream… when I know what turns you on and up?”  A shiver coursed through her and straightened her spine and moved away from him slightly.  “You are taking too much from me…You’re all I think about… I don’t have any thoughts that don’t involve you… I’m losing me…”  She told him in her quiet voice.  He touched her again and she attempted to move away but he pulled he closer to him until they were touching. He tipped her chin so that she was looking at him and he smiled down at her. “I’m a Dom, you’re supposed to think of me.”  “I’m not your submissive!” She stated firmly and frowned.  He swooped down and laid claim to her mouth and possessively took a kiss that left her breathless and needy.  She melted beneath him and he smiled inside knowing that he could move her in such a way, no matter what she said to him.  “Stop, just stop…” She said to him and pushed against him.  “I need you to leave me alone.”  She whispered and walked away from him and poured herself a drink, drinking a gulp quickly and shuddering.  He stood where she had left him and watched her.  He wondered what had happened to cause this change and hoped he could find out before she put up to many barriers again.  They had made some wonderful progress, he wasn’t about to lose all that, not without a fight.

He removed his suit jacket and placed it on the chair, and removed his tie.  She watched him over her glass and a quiver ran through her.  She so enjoyed watching him in almost anything he did, but she really had to put a stop to the whole thing.  He unbuttoned his cuffs and rolled them up just a bit.  He slowly paced toward her and she panicked and made for the door, but he got there before her and she backed away from him.  He watched her closely and then paced with her until they were once again by the window.  He ran his hands down her face and grasped her loosely around the neck with his hand and watched her eyes as he leaned into her closer and closer.  “I am your Dom, have no doubt on that detail. We will work out whatever has become an issue for you and then we will proceed.”  “Why would you flee from me, why didn’t you feel you could confide in me so that we could talk about it?”  She remained mute where she stood.

Looking up into his face she closed her eyes and a fine tremor coursed through her.  “Please… just leave me alone.  You have others who obviously you need to train and spend time with.  Why me?  Why not just make one of them your priority?”  She asked in soft tones.  She felt his fingers flex and watched his eyes closely.  He slowly released her and she turned back to face the lights of the city.  He watched and waited.  As the seconds ticked by, her resolve solidified.  She turned to him and he came up to her and said in very measured even tones, “You knew who and what I was going into this relationship.  I have not lied about anything to you.”  She watched his eyes and then she spoke calmly without inflection in her voice, “You’re right. I’m the one who has changed. You changed me.  You helped me find things inside me I did not know were there.  The dynamics of our relationship have changed.”  She stopped and licked her lips.  He reached out to her, and he rubbed him thumb over her bottom lip.  “I have not changed who I am. I am your Dom, you are my sub. If you had questions or concerns, why didn’t you come to me? Why would you try to run from me?” He shot the questions out and waited for her reply.

She looked up into his eyes and memories flooded through her…all the times they had been together and all the adventures they had enjoyed.  “I need more.” She told him in quiet tones with firm resolve in her voice.  “I need more from you. I cannot be what you want if you do not give me more. I find that I need more of you. I’m not willing to carry on with our relationship with the terms as they are. “  She turned and moved a bit away and then looked at him again.  “I need to be the one you come to when you’re angry, tired, and just you…”  She told him quietly.  “I can’t be an option any longer.  If you cannot give me this, then we need to release each other and move on.”  She paced the floor in front of the couch and finally stopped. She walked up to him slowly and looked at him and said softly…”I want to be the one you fulfill your dreams with. The one who tempts you to be more, to dig deeper. Then and only then will we have something worthy of calling ‘ours’.  I want to be the one you think of when you are at work behind your desk. I want to be the one you consider when you have time on your hands. I want to be the one you lights up your fantasies. I can’t be the one you seek out when someone else is busy or you’re upset with them. I want all of you, your time, your thoughts, your feelings, your desires, your passion and lust, your anger, your angst. I want to be the one who challenges you, pushes you, brings you higher.  I want to be the ‘one’.  You have to let me go if you cannot give me these things.”  She walked to the wall of glass once more and stood quietly.  She waited.  She knew she had given him a lot to think about and knew it would not be easy for him.  She had given everything she was to him and more… she needed that from him as well.  She hoped he understood that anything less than what she asked for would not be acceptable.  Turning and taking a deep, calming breath, she looked at him and asked calmly…”Well, what is your answer? Can you give me the things I need and desire? Will you allow me to be your ‘One’?”

I want you to beg...

I want you to beg.
I want you to beg me to stay.
I want you to beg me to be yours.
I want you to beg me to allow you into my life.
I want you to beg me to keep you.
I want you to beg me to plead for your touch.
I want you to beg for my kisses.
I want you to beg for my caresses.
I want you to beg for me to whisper my desires.
I want you to beg to hear the fantasies I dream.
I want you to beg me to place your hand where I want it most.
I want you to beg for my heart.
I want you to beg.

Dark Fantasy

The sway of her hips spoke of dark desire.  The black leather boots with their spiked heels drove into your groin with each step.  The black leather mini skirt barely covered an ass that begged to be spanked or kissed, with the leather just barely covering those globes of flesh.  There were zippers on each side of the skirt, such  sweet temptation.  Her smooth abdomen was taut and rose to breasts that swayed gently with each step.  Those breasts were encased in scarlet red leather with a zipper between the mounds of flesh that kept the scarlet leather barely covering those nipples almost peeking over the top.  Sharp definition to her shoulders showed that she worked out as did the firmness of her thighs exposed between the black boots and leather miniskirt.  She had a strong neck and she carried herself like a queen.  She hands were tensile strength and her forearms were coiled strength.  Her face was another story.  Firm jaw, full lush lips, high cheek bones.  Eyes of the darkest blue rimmed in gray, that reminded you of storm clouds.  Her blood red hair held nothing of nature but worked to frame the whole picture that took you to your darkest fantasy in a split second.

She walked with great confidence and an eroticism that oozed sensuality.  There was a hint of coolness surrounding her. All that sensuousness simmering, begging to be lit to a flame that would surely burn.  Her gaze roamed restlessly over the environment, settling here and there but seeming to find it lacking.   She entered the room and the very air seemed to still.  A void of silence emanated from her and then shattered into a million minute pieces when she took a deep breath and strode forward.  Her sleek stride pulled something deep inside and a coil of need slowly unfurled.  Her panther-like grace called to a primal urge.  Something dark slithered deep inside when I watched her.  Her elusion of stillness was caught with the vibrancy of her eyes. She slid onto a stool at the bar and the bartender came over and got her order.  Interested to see what she would be drinking I continued to watch her from my dark corner.   A tumbler of amber liquid arrived a small smile crossed my lips, glancing down at my own amber liquid.  Closing my fingers around my tumbler, I slowly brought it to  my lips and gave a silent  salute to the sultry prize sitting at my bar.

It didn’t take long before a man sidled up beside her and tried his tactics.  She glanced at him and merely shook her head no.  He tried to press his intentions and she looked at him with her cool gaze and after the second attempt he shrugged and walked off.  A small smile slide on my mouth as I watched her, gauging her game.  The next guy took a bit offense at her rebuff but got the message when she turned to him and gave him her full glacial stare.  One could see that she meant what she said.

With a her loose-limbed grace she slid to her feet and strolled out on to the dance floor. The music was a hard pounding rock and she swayed and ground her hips to the beat with no hesitation in her attitude or intentions. No human being would ever wonder what was on her mind.  From the sway of her breasts beneath the leather and the peaked nipples pressing against their confinement, to the thrust of her hips to the beat of the music.  The sweat glistening on her face and the rivulets running down between her breasts.  I watched with candid amazement as she danced, for carnal lust had never looked more pagan.  The slide of the leather across her hips and the dim light reflecting off of her boots.  The sheen of sweat on her thighs as she moved and swayed to the music and her arms undulating and pulling her blood red hair up off of her neck to  catch an errant breeze.  All thoughts flew from the mind and centered low in the belly. Raw, sensual, carnal, and pagan were the thoughts that flitted through the  mind watching her rotate her hips and thrust them to the beat of the music.  Slowly people around the floor paused in their own gyrations to watch her. Her dark winsome beauty calling to the beast inside every man and woman, clawing and screaming to get out and meet her as she danced.  As the song came to an end, the suspended silence seemed to bounce off of the walls and then as she turned, the spell was broken and everyone spoke and the volume in the room returned to normal.

Gliding back to the spot she had at the bar, she tipped the glass of whiskey to her lips and watching her sensual throat working as she swallowed was pretty damn erotic.  She put the glass down and got the bartender’s attention and ordered another.  A couple of would-be dates cruised by slowly and she paid them little heed.  Her agenda was her own.  I watched a drop of sweat slip sensuously down her cheek and then course down her swan-like neck to pool in the sexy valley of her clavicle.  I wanted to lick that little pool right then and there, and smirked as I took another sip of my whiskey.  The bartender came over with another whiskey and pointed down to the other end of the bar where a patron had purchased her beverage.  She shook her head in a negative and slid the tumbler back at the bartender.  She gazed down at the end of the bar where the bartender and the patron conversed and I saw the hint of a smile creep across her lips and then disappear.  Clearly her game was not in conquering or perhaps in even being conquered but shooting down those who dared to try.  I felt the swirl of dark desire slowly unfurl and took a deep breath.

In my mind I saw her coming over to me and me reaching up and grabbing her by the neck and  holding her for my kiss.  My mouth molding over hers and my tongue plunging in and taking possession.  As her breathing increased, I pull back and look into her eyes and see passion glazing them.  I reach down and through her leather bodice massage and squeeze her breast until I hear her soft moan.  I pull her closer to me until she is standing between my thighs and a hand roams down her curves until I cup her ass and haul her closer to me.  My hand creeping down the dangerous crease of her ass and  trailing along until she starts to squirm.  Wedging my leg between her thighs, I force her to spread her legs wider and smell the faint intoxicating scent of heated arousal.  She tries to push me away and  I release her neck to hold her face in my grip.  “Tonight, tonight you are mine.” I tell her in a whisper. Leaning forward my lips and teeth course up and down her neck.  I hear her hesitant breaths as she tries to keep her moans locked inside.  Working one hand around to the front of that sexy mini skirt, my hand roams slowly up underneath it until the heat of her arousal is evident through the tiny scrap of  silk covering her so intimately.  My finger rubs slowly up and down, along the crease, that the tiny silk tries to cover.  The moisture gathering there soon has the silk essentially wet. I slid the scrap of silk aside and my finger glides slickly through the gathering moisture. Slowly I run my finger up and down, staying away from that small bundle of nerve endings that will surely cause more than a groan to escape from those tightly closed lips.
Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, draining my glass, I ponder the delights in front of me.  So many choices.  The bartender shoots me an inquiring glance and I shake my head no.  Standing up and taking a quick look around to make sure everything is as it should be.  Rolling my shoulders I saunter around the back of the bar, stopping to chat with patrons and those needing a bit of my attention.  Looking into pools of darkness here and there and smiling. I was one damn lucky person and I knew it.  Feeling a hand grab mine I pause in my reverie, turn and smile. One of the barmaids whispers in my ear and I nod my assent.  Continuing my circuitous route I roll up to the woman at the bar, slowing down as I gauge her response.  She turns slowly and glances my way and a small smile plays about her lips.

With three feet separating us, I glance at her and quirk my eyebrow and a dirty smile plays on my lips.  She sensuously slides off of her perch and the full impact of all that sex in leather and booted heels drives straight to my groin and I feel it like a punch.  She stands there for precious moments and then takes those steps that brings her within a breath of me.  Feeling the heat from her body and smelling her tantalizing aroma wrapping around me, I flex my fingers and wait.  Watching her closely, I see her pupils dilate and sense her growing excitement and see her nipples pucker with desire underneath her leather top.  The passion oozing from her has its effect on me.  Every cell inside me responds to the driving need to be in her and around her, driving her over the edge and having her shatter in my arms.  My glance roams down her body, noting the pulse beating rapidly at that vulnerable spot on her neck.  Seeing her hand slowly raise up until she touches my face and I reach out and snag her waist and bring her those few inches until she is up against me like a second skin.  Her head snaps back as she looks at me, and I feel her hips grind against me.  Her hand snakes up between us and she tweaks my nipple and it stands up at her touch and I groan.  Her hand strays down and she presses between my thighs and I’m instantly wet.  I lean forward and nip her neck and then kissing my way up to her ear, I whisper.. “Ready to go home baby?”

Dark Desire..

The sound of her heels on the too quiet sidewalk made her feel a little uneasy. The night felt damp against her skin and chilled her. She pulled her short jacket closed around her and kept walking although her pace might have been a bit more brisk. Why did she feel the need to walk now, she could have sworn there were people out here when she thought of this insane plan. She rounded the corner and sighed as she saw the lights of a few bars ahead. Loosening the death grip on her jacket she relaxed a bit seeing a few signs of humanity and felt more at ease. A few more blocks and she would be home. Her skirt swung around her thighs and she considered going in to the bar for a quick drink before going home. Hmm.. Not tonight, she pushed it enough for one evening. Shaking her head she continued to walk home and hummed a little tune softly under her breath.

She put her key in the lock to her Brownstone and in the next moment she was being pushed through her door and something was pulled over her head. She started to cry out with her next breath but an arm was pulled across her throat and she heard in her ear… “Not a sound or I’ll keep pressing until you pass out..” Panic slammed full force into her, constricting her heart and squeezing. She couldn’t even nod her head because the arm around her throat was so big it wouldn’t allow movement. She stumbled, blinded by the hood over her and the pressure of his arm around her throat, and the all consuming panic. He slammed the door shut behind them and slapped the bolt home locking them in. All these things registered dimly in her mind. He pushed up against the wall and kept a hand solidly between her shoulder blades and if she hadn’t turned her head at the last moment she would have had her face right in the wall. She could hear him fumbling for something and her mind screamed at her to do something, anything. She tried to wiggle but the hand was hard and implacable between her shoulder blades. “What do you want? Take the money and whatever you came for.. Just don’t hurt me..” She tried to keep the panic out of her voice. He said nothing. She swallowed a whimper that threatened to erupt from her throat.

She felt a hand grab her wrist and pull it to the small of her back and then the pressure was removed from between her shoulder blades but then he grabbed her other wrist and then she felt rope going around both wrists. A hand on her shoulder flipped her back against the wall and she felt the breath whoosh out of her lungs at the suddenness of the move. The hood or whatever it was, was taken off of her but before she could open her eyes and see what was going on, he was tying a blindfold on her. She stood still though inside her mind she screamed. She felt his breath on her cheek and she stood absolutely stone still, not daring to breathe. He put his hand on her throat and she felt his fingers flex and then tighten just enough that he had her undivided attention. His hand relaxed a bit and then in the blink of an eye she pushed from the wall with all of her strength and raised her knee blindly and struck out. She made contact with bone and muscle and heard his exclamation of surprise followed by a string of cursing and then she stumbled as his weight was gone. She heard him crash against the opposite wall of the entry way and she scrambled around blind and tried to focus her energy. She careened around the corner and ran down the hall until she came to a doorway. She threw her body through the door and skidded to a halt and then she heard him crashing after her.. She ran and fell on the carpet and knew she had made a dire misjudgment in her panic. She had run into her bedroom. He paused in the doorway and slowly walked toward her. She scrambled using her shoulders and feet. She felt his nearness but the panic and terror kept her off balance. He came closer and she swung with her feet wildly trying to kick at him. He straddled her with a foot on either side of her hips. She continued to kick wildly hoping to make contact to some vital part of him. He sat down and locked her legs between his thighs effectively shutting down anything she hoped to do. Panting and trying hard not to cry, she waited for his next move. “Fuck, you could have maimed me for life if your aim had been better.” His cold statement made her want to scream. Her breathing was the only noise in the room.

She wriggled and he merely clamped his thighs tighter and she stilled. She tried to be still. He waited and finally she couldn’t take it anymore, in a shaky voice she asked him “What do you want?” She felt his body shift and he leaned forward and again she felt his hand on her throat squeezing, she swallowed convulsively. “Do something stupid like that again and I might change my mind.” “Do we understand each other?” He asked in a chilling voice and squeezed a little tighter on her throat. A whimper came out this time and she said in a whispery voice.. “Yes.” She felt him ease away and she tried to ease some of the pressure off of her aching shoulders and wrists. He eased his weight off of her a bit but not all the way. Suddenly he lifted himself off of her and grunted, she could hear him swear under his breath. Suddenly she was felt his hands on her as he pulled her to her feet. “You lift a leg, a foot, a knee… I will hog tie you and you won’t like that.. Do you understand?” He snarled at her. She shook her head yes and stood there quietly straining to hear what he was doing as he moved around her bedroom.

The next thing she knew, she was picked up and thrown over his shoulder and taken over to the bed and then she was flying through the air until she bounced on the bed, face down. She wriggled around and felt a hard smack on her ass which caused her to squeak and cease trying to turn over. He reached over and untied her hands and flipped her over. She scrambled on the bed but he was on her in seconds. He pulled her right hand up and over her head and then her left and tied them together and to her headboard. She heard him breathing over her and then she stiffened when she heard him next to her ear, “Do I have to tie you spread eagled on the bed? Are you gonna behave?” She replied in a quiet tone.. “Yes.”

He got off of the bed and moved around again and then left the room. She knew it was futile to try and get her hands loose but she tried anyway, and it was to no avail. She heard him in the kitchen doing something and she shuddered. What could he possibly want in her kitchen, a knife.. ?

She had to get a grip on her mind before she totally derailed. Her breathing accelerated and she felt the rising panic set in. She struggled against the bindings on her wrist and whimpered and thrashed about on the bed trying to get loose. Her head tossed back and forth in her rising state of panic. She was so caught up in her personal turmoil she did not hear him enter the bedroom again. Waves of panic slicked through her and her breathing was to the point where she could hardly take another breath. She didn’t even feel him settle on the bed next to her until she felt his hands on either side of her head capturing her and words from far away … “Hey.. Hey.. Slow down, I’m not going to kill you.. Aw hell.” Finally his words seeped through some part of her brain that had slowed down, and she grappled for some semblance of calm and to gain control of her breathing. She whimpered as she felt his hands on her face and in her hair. His soothing motions although calming, alarmed her as well. He placed his hand on her chest between her breasts and said in mild tones.. “I need you to calm the hell down.” She nodded her head slowly and the after shocks of her adrenalin rush coursed through her.

She licked her lips over the sudden dryness in her throat and the tears seeping from her eyes didn’t help matters. In a whispery voice, “What do you want? Are you going to kill me?” She rushed the questions at him almost afraid to hear his answers, but she couldn’t stop the words from tumbling from her mouth.

He felt him slide his fingers around her face just under the blindfold, over her cheeks, and down to her lips. His thumb pulled at her lower lip and then slowly entered her mouth. Surprise made her mouth open, a stray thought of biting his thumb entered and exited her mind quickly. She waited and heard his soft chuckle. His fingers trailed down her neck and settled on the valley between her breasts. Her breathing hitched in her throat and her heart thudded to a stop. She waited and then she felt his hand roam down lower to her belly and stop there. He tugged at her blouse and pulled it out of her skirt and she gasped when his warm hand touched her flesh.

His fingers played at the waist of her skirt and then he scooted back further on her legs, keeping his weight for the most part off of her. He ran both hands up the outside of her thighs and up under her skirt. She squirmed a little but made no real move, excitement, trepidation, fear… all coiled low in her belly and her breathing began to accelerate. His hands roamed all over her legs and then she felt his palm on her pussy and she squeaked. He ran his thumb up and down the wet silk of her panties and her excitement roared into high gear. On some more subtle level in her brain she registered that she was no longer afraid for her life but damn excited about what was happening now. She arched up into his touch and she heard him murmur.. “Yeah, that’s it.. Just like that…”

His hands reached up and pulled the slender scrap of lace down her thighs, down her legs and he scooted off of the bed and took the scrap of silk with him. She heard him go down to the end of the bed and he wrapped a hand around each ankle. She pressed her thighs together tightly reflexively but his strength was much more than hers and she felt the slid of her legs across the bed until she was spread-eagle, open to his gaze, her moisture glistening. She felt a flood of warmth between her thighs at the thought of him looking at her down there. Her head tossed restlessly on the pillow as she fought all the converging thoughts cascading through her mind.

She felt him crawl between her outspread thighs and intense heat coiled low in her belly. He let go of her ankles slowly and brought his hands up incrementally on either leg until they met on either side of her sopping wet pussy. Mewling her need and pulling against her restraints, she arched her hips up off of the bed. He slowly reached with both hands and pealed the soft swollen petals of her pussy back and rubbed her moisture back and forth over those pale pink lips. She stilled and waited for him, soft moans escaped her lips but she was mindless of them. He squeezed, massaged, and plumped the swollen lips and more honey flowed from her. With one hand he spread her lips wide and with the other hand, using one finger, he made figure-eights in the slickness, never touching her clit.

She wanted to scream and she did in her mind with the need for him to just get on with it. She wanted, no needed him to touch her, deep inside. Her sanity was held by a thin thread. Little pleas fell from her lips that she was totally unaware of. Her restless legs slid wider begging for his touch. “Please, please.. I need…” She panted and groaned, thrashing around on the bed. She bucked against the restraints and some deep seated level in her mind was thrilled with what happening to her. Her breasts ached and her nipples throbbed with the rising desire so intense as to be painful. The leather of her jacket and the lace of her bra, tenderly abrading the inflamed nipples… all these came together to drive her further up the hill of intense pleasure.

He used his thumb to rub around her clit which made her moan and the pleadings falling from her lips rolling one into another. He used two fingers from his other hand and suddenly plunged them deep inside her. Her hips flew off of the bed and she shuddered under the sensual assault and tried to get him to go deeper. Between the thumb circling her clit and the two fingers deep inside her she was nearly ready to climax but couldn’t quite get there. His thumb continued to rub around her clit but he removed the two fingers from deep inside her. She heard him unbuckle his belt and then a zipper coming down. She was too far gone in a sexual fog to care about anything but the intense, immediate need to climax. She felt his weight settle between her splayed thighs and then his cock nudged against her center. She arched up and tried to get him to enter her, then she smelled her arousal and sighed, and the two fingers that were inside her pussy just moments before were being pressed against her lips. She opened her mouth and felt him slide along her tongue, she sucked the fingers as her pussy wanted to suck his cock. He drove deeply into her pussy and she arched up and moaned. She closed her lips around his fingers suckling and slurping.

He ground into her pussy and then pulled back until he was almost out of her and then thrust back into her in a deep lunge. A small squeal escaped around his fingers and she panted and groaned as he ground around in small circles that hit a lot of nerve centers that converged inside her pussy. The fingers left her mouth and slid down her neck and then her breast was being squeezed and plumped through her blouse and bra. She turned restlessly into the hand, yearning for more.. He flipped back her jacket and the he raised her blouse and until only her bra separated them. He flicked the closure open and then swept the bra aside. She felt his warm moist mouth on her aching nipple and when his teeth bit down on that sensitive bud she screamed. She felt him pull up her leg with one of his hands and it allowed him to be seated deeper inside her aching pussy. His hips ground and swiveled against her and his cock reached further inside her until she clenched her muscles tight around him. He gripped her thigh with punishing intensity and the pain and the pleasure beat against her and then he bit on her other nipple and she screamed and screamed her release and climaxed. Still he hammered into her and then she felt his thumb on her clit and she shattered once more in a stronger climax that robbed her even of her screams. His release followed swiftly and he grunted as his cum filled her and seeped out around his cock.

She heard his release at the same time she felt him jet into her hot pussy. She clenched around him and it triggered another smaller wave of ecstasy through her. Her thigh ached where he still held her in a death grip but she reveled in the feelings that coursed through her body. Her nipples ached where he had bitten them and were extremely sensitive in the cooling air. She felt his cock still deep inside her and flexed her hips a bit and clenched around him. She heard him chuckle softly and he patted her thigh that seconds ago had been in his grip. Slowly, incrementally he pulled from her and she sighed at the slow slide of his cock as he left her. The cool air against her fevered flesh brought fresh awareness crashing against her. He sat on the side of the bed and his breathing slowed.

Her body hummed with pleasure and she felt a slow unfurling deep inside her of something dark and libidinous. She slowly stretched out her legs and relaxed. She stretched her arms over her head and then with a nail sliced through the ropes that held her bound. Her breathing stilled in her lungs and in a lightening movement was standing in front of him. Her black eyes bored into his and he opened his mouth but no words came out. She slowly reached out and pushed him back on the bed. She reached down and slid his legs up on to the bed and then straddled his hips. The moisture from their previous orgasms coated her pussy and she reached down to grab his cock in her hand. She whispered in his ear.. “I want you...may I have you again… may I have your cock inside me again? Will you give yourself to me?” She stroked his cock and pressed her lips to his neck. He looked up at her and said in a low tone, “yes, yes I want you, yes…”

She raised up on her knees and impaled herself on his cock and settled on his thighs. She rode him and circled her hips in a slow grind that made his cock hit all those lovely points of pleasure deep inside her. She heard his breathing accelerate and watched him closely. She reached behind her and grasped his balls in her hand and rolled them gently and then squeezed with just enough pressure to heighten his pleasure. She felt him stiffen and then pump his hips up to meet on her downward motions. She leaned forward and brushed her breasts over his shirt and the friction caused spears of sensation to shoot down to her pussy as she clenched her muscles around him. She felt him tighten up beneath her and then his cock seemed to swell just a little more. She leaned down and licked his neck and then just as he started to explode deep within her, her fangs grew and she sank them into his chest. One such as she a daughter of the Blooded Night could kill a human by sinking her fangs into their neck. She sucked and rode him and her orgasm caused him to pump into her again and again.. When she had drank her fill, she licked the wounds her fangs had made and sat up. He was in a stupor of sexual gratification and a small bit of venom that caused a human’s mind to relax and forget. She licked the last of the blood from her fangs in a slow sensual sweep of her tongue. She shuddered with the warmth that flowed through her like a fine liquor. She slowly released him from her body and then leaned down and cleaned his cock with her mouth. She put him back into his jeans and fastened them up and buckled his belt. She went to the end of the bed and glanced over her shoulder at him lying on the bed. In a voice older than the pyramids, she called to him and told him to leave and walk down to the bar on the corner, order a drink and then to go home. She knew that he would remember nothing of what had happened tonight and the marks on his chest would fade by morning’s light. She walked out of the bedroom and out the front door setting the lock so that when he left it would lock behind him. She walked down the stairs and looked up into the night’s sky. She dissolved into mist and rode the wind.