by Nora Nolan
The real-life kiss intensified. In her vision, she saw herself panting, running her arms around his body with abandon until he growled and captured both of her wrists in his left hand and held them above her head, toward the headboard. He turned her over, face down, and stroked her backside before unleashing a barrage of swats upon it. The Cheryl in the vision cried out for more, but he rubbed her instead. He nudged her legs apart, reached under, and tapped out a fast rhythm around and on her clitoris. She tried her best to grind into his hand but release escaped her.
Cheryl pulled away from the kiss, and she knew she must look like a woman undone: confused, aroused, unhinged, and in desperate need.
She started to say something, but Paul quickly put his finger to her lips, silencing her. When she quieted, he raised the hem of her t-shirt and pulled it over her head. Both of his strong arms pulled her toward him so he could suck one of her breasts into his mouth, as much as would fit. The powerful force of his suction was intense and just short of painful, and it made her arch her back. He did the same thing with her other breast as he freed a hand to play with the one he just left. Cheryl felt the sensations building up deep down inside her, heading toward orgasm.
Paul pulled back from her briefly, looking into her eyes. In an instant she felt him grab her hair into his fist and roughly pull her back to him. His lips took hers savagely. Images bombarded her mind – images of Paul and her. She was on her knees in front of him, his hands on her head, in her hair, controlling her. She saw herself on her hands and knees, with him holding a belt as she begged him. Was she begging him to stop, or begging him not to? There were images where she was over his knees while he rained down hard blows on her ass. She took each one, then made sure to reposition herself if she moved, to receive more. She saw him pounding her from behind, doggie style, while he slapped her cheeks that were already reddened.
As she saw these images in her mind, she felt Paul move his hand down her body until it found her throbbing bud through her panties. The heavy and roiling sensations continued to collect inside her, and she knew she was whirling toward release. His tongue fought with hers, then stilled as his fingers added pressure and speed until she screamed out, arching and shuddering in spasms. Spent, she leaned against his chest for support.
Paul stroked her hair and her back, letting her regain her breath at her own pace.
When her breathing normalized, she felt she should say something. Nothing clever came to mind. She felt it was an awkward silence, though, so she figured anything was better than nothing. Still leaning against him, she said “I like how you kiss. You do that very well.”
She heard the smile in his voice when he responded. “I’m glad. You do, too. Perhaps we should do it often.”
“Okay, good. Let’s make it a rule. No, a law.”
“I can make it a law, but I’m not too sure I can enforce it with the rest of my clan. I can make sure you abide by it, though.” He pulled her bottom more toward him for emphasis.
She grinned. “Your clan, huh? Are your ancestors from Scotland? Maybe Ireland?”
“No, a little further away.”
She leaned back so she could see his face. “I think we’d better kiss again. It’s law, you know. Besides, I just had the most fantastic Big O I’ve ever had, and, well, here you are, patiently waiting.” She smiled, holding his gaze, as her hand went down to his fly and felt all along his length. “Mmm. I think you’re about ready. What do you think?”
“Could be. I can go a long time, though.”
“Oh, you really are too good to be true. Based on my experience, you’d be like one in a million.”
“Nah, not really. Lots more like me back home.”
“Good. I’ve got friends who’d kill to meet them,” she chuckled, running her fingers along his lips.
“Oh, they don’t have to kill.” He shrugged. “We’ll take them back with us.”
He grabbed her hair again, surprising her, and pulled her into a rough kiss. He crushed her to him, and her arms went around his neck. Images stormed her mind’s eye. Paul turning her forcefully to him and taking her in a passionate kiss. Paul tearing her dress off. Paul picking her up and throwing her down on the bed as he ripped his own clothes off. Paul’s hand exploring her wet folds. Paul poised above her, making her throw her legs around his hips so she would have to bring herself up to him, instead of him thrusting into her.
Cheryl found herself rubbing against his length, breathless with a white hot need. “Please, Paul, I need it!”
He whispered. “Do you want me to whip you or do you want me to fuck you?”
“Both!”
Chapter 4: Zoe
Damn air conditioner!
Zoe Gann couldn’t be without an air conditioner; she didn’t do well in heat. She knew it would cost more on the weekend, but it was Saturday and there was no way she could wait until Monday. She hated summer, and here it was, already ninety-four degrees in May. She tried to call her friend Sally to find out who had repaired hers last summer, but she didn’t get an answer. Oh, well, there’s always Facebook. Most likely I can get recommendations there.
She sat down at her desk and fired up her desktop. Zoe worked from home and used her pc so much she had dual monitors. Best thing she ever did. It was so much easier when she needed to see two things at once. Task view works well enough in Windows, but she liked being able to see more on the big screens. She considered getting a third monitor, but hated giving up the real estate on her desk.
Zoe clicked inside the comment box and was about to begin typing when an ad for a handyman popped up on the right of her screen. She was instantly annoyed because she was sure she’d turned off the Post Tabs option on FB. Ads shouldn’t be popping up. Besides, she knew how targeted ads work. She hadn’t searched for a handyman anywhere yet, so why did an ad for one appear? Was FB reading her freakin’ mind now? The ad had an attention-grabbing gimmick, with a strobing effect on the shimmering outline of the ad. She’d never seen that before and wondered how they did it. Even though she was initially annoyed by the ad, something about it drew her in. She ran her cursor over it to see if it was a link, but it wasn’t. She read it again.
HANDYMAN
Specializing in A/C repair. All brands.
Satisfaction Guaranteed
Call Glen 501-555-7399
She re-clicked in the comment box to post her question asking for recommendations when a video began playing automatically just under the box. Damn! I turned off that auto-play option, too. What the fuck, FB? Stop changing my settings.
The video grabbed her attention in a far more visceral way than the ad did. It was a simple close-up video of an attractive man. His vibrant good looks were impossible to look away from. The camera wasn’t far enough away to allow a full body shot of him, and Zoe wanted to know if he looked as good below the waist as he did above. He wore a gray t-shirt, and she could just make out his belt that looped through his blue jeans at the bottom of the video. But, oh, the top half was enough. He had a solid muscular build topped off by a face she wanted to smother in kisses. Zoe knew he was just looking into the camera, but her body reacted as though he spoke directly to her. She was mesmerized by his mouth. His lips were full, even when spread out into a wide smile. She had trouble listening to the words he said about air conditioners in the summertime, and something about regular maintenance. Those words were drowned out by another whole track of the same voice, speaking softly to her, and she knew this message was playing only for her. “Zoe, I’m Glen. Call me.” She heard the words, spoken in his voice, in a loop, over and over.
Later, she wouldn’t even remember making the call. She just recalled that suddenly she was on the phone speaking directly to the intensely hot man on her video screen. As in, speaking directly to the man in the video. As in, live. She watched his lips form the words on screen when her call was answered. She heard him both through her pc and her phone simultaneously.
“Hello, Zoe, this is Glen. You need to ha
ve your air conditioner repaired, don’t you?”
“Um, yes. It just went out a little while ago.”
“Well, we can’t have that. As soon as we hang up, I’ll be on my way.”
“You work on Saturday?”
The man on her main monitor winked at her. “I will for you, sunshine. I’m not far. I’ll be there in less than ten minutes.”
Click. When he hung up, his video disappeared, as did the shimmering ad on the side of her screen. What the fuck just happened? Was that even real, or have I finally lost it? Oh crap. I’ve lost it. Maybe it’s a good thing. Wait, how can he be here in ten minutes? I didn’t even get to tell him the address. That was some kind of black, black mojo magic.
Zoe sat there staring at the phone in her hand for several long moments before getting up and getting a cold beer. She kept mugs in the freezer and grabbed one. If there was ever a time when she needed an extra cold cold beer, this was it. She poured the brew into the tilted mug and sat back down at the kitchen table. She checked her notifications in Facebook and responded to a couple of private messages.
As she answered the last one, a huge truck pulled into her driveway. It was equipped with tool boxes, a long ladder, and a big black box that she assumed held commonly used parts. The driver door opened and out stepped the man from her monitor. He looked exactly as he did in the video: same clothes, same wind-tousled hair, same sunglasses on the top of his head. Everything about him was just as it had appeared on her screen.
Even though she sat in relative darkness inside, he looked straight at her through the window and smiled, and those visceral stirrings returned. How can he see me? In anticipation of him ringing the doorbell, she went to the door and opened it, just as he lifted his hand to push the button.
Yes, he did look as good below the waist as he did above it. He wore worn blue jeans, and she wondered if he’d purchased them that way or if he’d just worn them that much. What surprised her was just how tall he was. There hadn’t been any cues in the video that indicated he was so tall and powerfully built. He was a giant. Her giant.
He held out his hand. “Hello, I’m Glen. It’s nice to meet you.” She nearly missed his hand because she had a hard time taking her eyes off his face. His eyes were a deep brown with golden flecks that seemed to shine and twinkle. She attributed it to a trick of the light.
“I’m Zoe Gann. Um, how did you find my address?”
“Cutting edge GPS. I’m beta testing it for friends.”
“But I have the geo location turned off in my phone.”
“That’s the app. It’s still able to triangulate your position with precision.”
He smiled at her, and it suddenly alleviated the apprehension she felt about him being able to find her. The odd thing, she thought, was that she was aware she should be alarmed, but she wasn’t. She was even glad he was able to locate her.
“Why don’t you take me to the inside unit and let me have a look at it?”
“Oh, right. Sure. This way.”
The access point was in a small hallway that was open to the den. He used the flashlight on his phone to look inside.
“One problem is that you need a new filter, but that’s not what’s causing the problem. I’ve got some in the truck. I’ll go out back and look at the outside unit now.”
Zoe watched him walk out the sliding glass door to the back patio. That’s the tallest man I’ve ever seen. And not awkward, gangly, skinny tall, either. Hotter than hell, he is.
“The sexy is strong in him,” she said in her best Yoda voice.
Zoe sat back down at her pc at her desk in the den, waiting for him to come back inside and let her know what the damages were. She sat down at her pc, planning to just check her email before working on her manuscript. She did free-lance creative and technical writing, but was well into a work of fiction she’d always wanted to do.
It was what she planned, but that’s not what her fingers typed. Without consciously planning to, Zoe went to one of her favorite BDSM sites. It had hot stories she loved to read, but it was one of the pictures that drew her attention this time. The man, shirtless, arms crossed at his chest, looked down on the bound, naked woman on the bed. Her arms were stretched above her, her wrist ties attached to a spindle at the middle of the headboard, and her legs were free. What excited Zoe was that the look on her face wasn’t one of fear. It could have been anything.
In her mind, though, right now, it was Glen standing shirtless, and she was the woman on the bed. The creative side of her brain, combined with what she thought of as her rampant horny hormones, got busy writing a whole scenario to fit the image.
I beg Glen to take me, but he wants to punish me instead. He rips off my clothes, throws me on the bed and ties my hands so I’m helpless and open to his whims. He straddles me, tormenting my nipples while I cry out for more. He pinches and twists and slaps them, then kisses and sucks them before hurting them again. One hand reaches behind him to feel between my thighs, and he is spurred on when he feels how wet I am. “Please make me come. Fuck me!” I beg.
“Oh, no, sunshine, that’s a long way off. I’m going to have my fun first.”
He rises to his knees and unfastens his pants, releasing his length. I see him stroke himself as he positions himself over my mouth. “Take it. Take it all,” he says, even though we both know I can’t. I try, but I can’t keep from gagging as he pushes deep into my mouth. My eyes water and I swallow, trying to take more of him in. He pulls out, and tenderly dries my tears. “Sunshine, you know what happens when you don’t take it all.” I do know. I’ll be punished.
He’s beside me on the bed now, no longer straddling me. In an instant, he flips me over; the bonds at my wrists allow the movement. His strong hand strikes my bottom, but I make no sound. He likes it when I can hold out a long time before crying when I’m being punished. He strikes again, several more times, rubbing my fiery skin occasionally. He reaches under my hips.
“Up on your knees, sunshine.” I struggle, but do as he commands. My head and shoulders are still on the bed. I know he wants my knees spread, but I wait until he tells me. I feel his hand between my upper thighs. “Spread.” I do. His hand finds my wetness and teases me. I moan. He strikes my ass again so hard I cry out.
“This isn’t for your pleasure. It’s for mine.” I purse my lips tightly to remind myself to keep quiet. I can feel my juices drip down my legs. Glen sees it. “You’re wetter than ever. Good thing. You’ll need it for what I have in mind.” His fingers, dripping with my own lubrication, begin firmly circling my dark untried entrance, pushing his finger-”
“Okay, you had a Freon leak-” He stopped short.
Zoe was mortified. He’d walked in on her while she had her eyes closed, skirt hiked up, with her hand in her panties. There was no way she could hide what she’d been doing. She couldn’t summon any words and couldn’t bring herself to look at him.
“Sunshine, I can go outside and come back in a few minutes if you’d like.” Zoe heard the amusement in his voice.
She slowly pulled her hand out of her undies and straightened her skirt. She swallowed a couple of times, realized she couldn’t disappear into thin air, and might as well face it. There was no way to escape; she turned to face him and saw him leaning against the wall, arms folded, looking at her with a wide grin on his face and a knowing look in his eyes. He was clearly relishing this. She still couldn’t summon words. Really, if he were any kind of gentleman he would have walked out of the room.
She clicked off the monitor.
“You’re awfully cute when you’re embarrassed.” She felt even more mortified. Glen put down the air conditioner filter he held and walked to where she sat. He glanced around, found a tall footstool, pulled it up right behind Zoe’s chair, and sat down. He was so much taller, he was still able to reach around her and click the monitor back on.
His face was right at her ear and he even touched it with his lips. “Here. Let me help.” His deep, husky voice sent j
olts directly to her center. He ran his right hand down her front, hiked her skirt up, and she felt him insert his hand in her panties. She was breathing very heavily now, wishing he would stop, and at the same time thinking she’d beg him not to stop if he tried.
“I like this picture you were looking at. I’ll see what I can do with it.” She felt his fingers on her clit, slowly circling. The sensation was incredible – she felt pulsating heat at his touch. Her hands came to his arm, to try to urge him to touch her more firmly and roughly. “No, sunshine, I’ll take control now. Put your hands behind your back.”
She did, not sure what made her follow his instructions. His soft, smooth voice right in her ear did almost as much to excite her as did his hand. “You’re the woman in the picture. I’m the man. You’re my plaything, and I won’t let you come until it pleases me. I kiss you, tenderly at first, then hungrily, then roughly, biting your lower lip. I kiss my way down to your tits, licking and sucking, then I flick them with my tongue, before getting rougher with them.”
She felt his left hand on her left breast, toying with it, then he grasped her nipple and rolled it just slightly between his fingers. The pressure of his right middle finger on her nub increased, making her push toward his hand to feel even more pressure. “Be still, little one, I told you I’m in control now.”
She groaned, and felt his right hand come away and deliver a sharp smack where he’d been so gentle just a moment ago. “Do you think you can obey me now?”
She heard her own whispering voice reply. “Yes.”
“Good. I suck your nipples, and roughly run my tongue over them, nibbling them. I let my hands play there while I kiss my way down, to where my right hand is now. I bring one hand down and explore inside you while my mouth lingers on your clit.”
Zoe felt the pressure on her clitoris increase, as did the speed of his fingers. She could feel the tingling flutters filling her deep down. Is it my imagination, or do the people on the screen now have our faces?
