by CR Robertson
His teeth grazed my shoulder, hair scratching my flesh telling me he had a beard. I judged him to be about my height. He moved toward a red dot in the corner of the room and I heard the crinkle of a condom wrapper. Seriously, they had condoms in the rooms?
He pushed me further into the room and I bumped into a table, the type my massage therapist would use by the feel of it against the backs of my legs. He seemed to know the layout of the rooms. I guessed it must be the same as a blind person learning how to navigate through a dark world.
Not knowing what to do, I let him manhandle me onto the bed, pulling my panties off and handing them to me.
“Women tend to get attached to their knickers,” he said as he groped my breasts, sliding his hands under the cups of my expensive bra. I wrapped my panties around my wrist and rolled my eyes even though no one would see me. How the hell did Megan convince me to be here?
Another crinkle and I felt cold lubrication between my legs. Obviously, the little light indicated condoms and lubricants. How romantic.
I didn’t really know what to expect. I knew coming in here that he wasn’t going to serenade me with flowers and chocolates, but my mind whirled to try and keep up with events. Never once did he try to kiss me. This wasn’t about an emotional attachment or a relationship. It was about sex, plain and simple.
He pulled my legs until my ass was at the bottom of the bed, my legs dangling. I tried not to tense when I felt him nudge against me. I gripped the edge of the bed with my perfectly manicured nails and stared toward the ceiling.
Fuck, I wanted to run as fast as my stilettos would take me out of here.
Megan told me to relax and allow myself to feel in the darkness. Right now, I felt embarrassed.
“You okay?” he asked me.
“Yeah,” I squeaked. “All this is still new to me.” I didn’t want him to know he was my first down here.
“I figured.” He moved forward and settled his hands on either side of my abdomen. “Relax, it’s daunting at first, but you get used to it. There’s freedom in not knowing or judging your partner by their looks.”
His hands slid up and down the sides of my hips and I widened my legs for him, propping the heels of my stupid shoes on the ledge at the bottom of the bed. His thumb traced a circle around my clit, and he smeared more cool lubrication into my pussy. His cock probed my entrance, seeking its way inside me.
I took deep breaths and told myself this wasn’t a stranger about to fuck me. But it was. I was about to have sex with a man I’d never met before and would probably never meet again.
With one thrust he was inside me, stretching me. He wasn’t huge, which I was thankful for, his balls sat against my ass while he held himself still for a moment. I hadn’t had sex for a while, so it was uncomfortable, especially with no foreplay to prepare me.
I don’t know what I expected, it wasn’t any different to any of my boyfriends that I’d had sex with. It wasn’t burning hot with sin, the devil didn’t appear and claim my soul. A mental image of me lying here with a stranger lodged in my core sneaked into my head, my breasts pushed up in my deep pink lace bra and hair strewn around me. I finally realised why Megan insisted I needed to look my best. It was for me and no one else, so I would feel empowered even as I lay here.
The Cassandra everyone knew would never be lying here, but in this all-consuming darkness, a new Cassandra emerged. One who was allowed to demand pleasure for herself and not accept the scraps of physical intimacy her previous partners had thrown at her.
He eased his hips back and forward slightly in an experimental movement, a sigh escaping him. It was like a gentle whisper on my skin, touching me and making my hairs stand on end.
Megan said that other sensations were increased when our sight was taken away. I focused on that and not the cock between my legs. There was little smell in the room except for the faint trace of my perfume and his spicy aftershave. The air temperature was a little cool and the table under me cold against the heat of my skin. The only sound was the two of us breathing, the others in this darkness hidden in their own rooms away from unseeing eyes.
The stranger’s fingers dug into my flesh as he started moving his cock in and out of my core, easing the initial discomfort. He made soft grunts every time he pitched his hips forward. I craved more friction on my clit, since there was no way I’d come lying here at this angle. My fingers skimmed over the sensitive nub of nerves and my pussy contracted around his length.
“Do it again,” he demanded, so I squeezed my muscles around him. He groaned, thrusting deeper, his body leaning forward into me.
That noise gave me a power I’d never experienced before. This man wanted me, craved my responses. An odd sensation appeared in my chest. A strange satisfaction that I was capable of fucking this man and bringing him pleasure. The words in the row that ended my last relationship had left me feeling unwanted and useless with men.
I rubbed my fingers in a circle over my clit and arched my hips up, inviting him toward my g-spot. Putting the fact that I didn’t know him out of my head, I moved against him as I sought my own release. I couldn’t remember the last time I hadn’t pretended to come so my lover’s ego wasn’t bruised.
I released a heel from the ledge and wound my leg around his back, trying to pull him further into me. I was glad he wasn’t large at the start, now I wanted more. He thumped his hands down higher on the table and put his whole body behind his thrusts, my breasts bouncing with his efforts.
I pumped my hips in time with his, trying to loosen my muscles. A shot of pleasure pulsed down my spine and I gasped, contracting around him.
“Fuck!” he gritted out, pausing with his cock still buried inside me.
“What—” I tried to sit up, but he pushed me down again onto the table.
“Fuck, oh fuck!” He thrust into me again without finesse or rhythm, his grunts rough and primal, his hips pistoning against mine.
He grabbed my hips, hauling me down, impaling me on his engorged cock over and over as he lost control of himself. I desperately tried to rub my clit as his motions became urgent, clumsy, and animalistic.
He came hard, shooting his load into the condom, as he released an agonised groan and lodged himself in me to the hilt. He collapsed against my body, breathing heavily, the sweat from his forehead damp against my stomach.
“Sorry,” he muttered.
I’d been so damn close, my pussy was the cat that didn’t get the cream, trying to milk more from the deflating cock.
My eyes widened when he was pulled away from me.
“That’s bad form, leaving a lady waiting like that.” a deep voice spoke from beside my ear, a foreign body emanating heat close to mine. I felt his hardness rub against me.
The sound of muffled steps told me that my first anonymous lover had retreated.
What was I supposed to do? Megan didn’t warn me about the protocol in this situation. A crinkle drew my attention, and before I could open my mouth to object, he rammed his full hard cock deep into my core. My back arched and a scream tore from my throat.
His rough hands spanned my ribcage, moving me to accommodate him. He was bigger—much bigger than the first stranger.
“I like it hard and fast, tell me if you need me to change or stop.” His breath against my ear smelt of mint. Soft lips pressed kisses down my throat as his fingers pulled the straps of my bra down to expose my breasts to him.
He lifted my upper body and sucked my left nipple into his mouth, biting down gently on the little bud. My body gave an involuntary spasm, and my hands grabbed his biceps. His lips twitched in a smile against my flesh. He didn’t stop licking and sucking my breasts until I was squirming in his arms, his erection filling me.
I wanted him to move, my hips grinding against him to demand friction, but he continued to devour my soft mounds with hard peaks. A light sheen of perspiration coated my skin and my nails trailed down his hairless chest until they reached where he impaled me.
I
rubbed the base of his cock with one hand, the other sneaking round to cup and fondle his balls.
He reared up, his strong hands lifting the bottom half of my body off the table. He was taller than the previous man and needed to bring my pelvis up to meet his. He slid nearly all the way out of my pussy before he slammed back in again.
I whimpered and he did it again.
My head and neck arched back, my mouth opening in silent prayer. He wasn’t hard, he was brutal. Each thrust shook my body, every movement of his hips bruised mine. My legs widened to accommodate him, and I tried to grab onto anything to ground me.
His grunts were primal, an animal rutting in the darkness. I counted every finger as he clutched my body in his grasp. I was sure I’d have ten bruises tomorrow. A tremor of fear rippled through me and he took it as encouragement when my muscles contracted around him.
My body wasn’t used to a lover with suppressed violence, but my pussy responded enthusiastically, gripping him with fervour. This man didn’t make love, he went to war and fucked me until I couldn’t take anymore.
An orgasm ripped through me, pulsing out from my core into my trembling extremities. It didn’t deter him from his task of pillaging my body like a Viking from long ago.
Over and over he plunged deep inside, reaching depths never explored before. I lay whimpering and moaning as he prolonged the aftershocks of my explosive orgasm.
Without warning he pulled out of me, lifting and moving me in a fluid stroke, pressing my front against the table. He elevated my hips and slammed back inside me from behind.
“Ahhh!!” I screamed at the invasion.
He chuckled against the join between my neck and shoulder. He was clean shaven, and his flesh rubbed against mine. His hands traced around the fullness of my ass.
“Do you do anal?” His voice against my ear made me shiver.
“No,” I squeaked.
“Your ass is fucking perfect, beautiful. If ever you decide that you want to use your ass for pleasure, make sure you find me first.”
No one had ever called me beautiful before. There was something in his touch, his claiming of me that made me believe him, even though he couldn’t see me.
He kicked my shaky legs wider and pushed my shoulders down toward the table. His hands gripped my ass and he fucked me like I never imagined anyone would. There was nothing gentle about his touches or his caresses. When his fingers landed on my clit, he rubbed it vigorously until my knees buckled.
I’d read the romance books when the heroine got wetter and had often rolled my eyes laughing. There was a reason lubrication was invented. I didn’t need any with him as moisture gathered to aid his assault on my poor, battered pussy. She’d probably leave me after this and sign herself into the nearest animal shelter. Right now, I didn’t care.
The Viking scratched an itch I never knew existed. His grunts and my moans joined together in a unique harmony that sent ripples of awareness across my skin. The more I became accustomed to the darkness, the more I noticed. The scent of my arousal and his sweat cloaked me.
Another orgasm threatened to consume me, and he stopped.
“Not yet, beautiful. Let’s see how long we can last.” He kissed my shoulder, his tongue running a trail up my neck and he kissed the sensitive spot behind my ear. My neck arched back, and he chuckled.
His hips started to push against me again. I didn’t know how much more of this my body could take. My experience of sex was three to five minutes of gentle rocking if I was lucky. I’d lost track of time, but this man felt so hard he could go all night.
I whimpered again and buried my head in my arms, bringing my pelvis up.
My head shot up when his hand connected with my ass. Did he just hit me? His palm smoothed over the sting. Then he did the same on my other cheek.
“Are you hitting me?” I gasped.
“No.” He leant his strong body over mine. “I’m spanking you.”
My eyes bulged wide with shock, my nails digging into the leather-covered table.
His breath fanned over my neck and down to my exposed breasts. “Naughty girls deserve to be spanked.”
I closed my eyes when he struck again. I should leave, yet I stood here, my ass tingling. This was the moment that I discovered a deviant inside me that liked to be dominated. My pussy contracted and he spanked me again.
“Holy hell, beautiful, you are perfect.” His finger trailed between my ass cheeks to my anus. “You sure you don’t do anal?”
“No,” I breathed.
“No, you don’t, or no you’re not sure?”
I didn’t know anymore.
His deep chuckle washed over me when he pulled back and forged into me with renewed vigour.
I didn’t want to think what I looked like, lying here with my bra around my waist, my panties tied to my wrist, and a stranger spanking me while he fucked me like he hated me.
My orgasm tried to erupt again, and he stilled to run his tongue down my spine. I almost cried in frustration.
“It’ll be worth it, I promise.”
“It fucking better be,” I muttered.
His laugh told me he heard me. He pulled out of me and I felt empty. I stumbled as he walked me backward toward the wall. “I’ve never had any complaints, beautiful.” I froze when his hand cupped my mound. “Tonight, this belongs to me. You come when I tell you, and not before. Understand?”
I nodded, my hands grasping his arms before I fell over.
“Understand?” he repeated.
He didn’t see my nod. “Yes,” I whispered.
He pressed me against the wall, my Viking well over six feet in height. His hands ran from my shoulders, over the sensitive skin of my breasts, to my hips.
“Goddamn perfect,” he muttered. “A woman should have curves.”
He lifted me and carried me in a different direction. A wave of panic swept over me as the darkness disorientated me. We were in a corridor, grunts and screams echoing from different rooms we passed.
He finally threw me on a bed that was soft—not the massage table-type from before.
His body crawled over mine and he returned his attention to my breasts.
My hand came up several times before I gained the courage to run my fingers through his hair. It was short at the sides and back but longer at the top. I tried to imagine what colour it was.
His hardness rubbed against my folds and I arched my pelvis in invitation.
What happened to the shy girl who was determined to hide in a corner and then go back to the changing room?
The Viking kissed a trail from between my breasts up my throat to my chin. My breath caught and I thought he was going to kiss me. I’d told myself I wouldn’t let anyone tonight, but there was something about him that made me want to. His lips hovered over mine for several seconds, his breath mingling with mine.
He entered me so abruptly that I moaned. In and out he thrust into me from above, his cock massaging the back wall of my pussy, then he grabbed my legs and braced them over his shoulders. I was thankful for my Pilates flexibility. His thrusts at this angle took an upward curve to rub the magical spot that some men needed a map to find.
Each thrust made a moan escape from me.
“That’s it, beautiful. Let it out.”
My back arched. “Oh, God,” I muttered.
“Definitely not God.” He chuckled.
I’d never met anyone with his stamina before. I was about to burst, the pressure in my abdomen demanding release, the friction on my clit reaching critical levels. He took that moment to stop and rotate his cock inside me. He gripped his cock and moved it in a churning motion, stretching and rubbing every piece of my pussy.
What the ever-living fuck?
My eyes crossed at the sensation and my nails dug into his biceps. My legs widened and I dug my heels into the bed.
“Ahhh!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, my body shaking with the tsunami force of the orgasm that hit me. It exploded from my core, radiati
ng through my body and stiffening my limbs, before I collapsed in a languid heap under him.
“Mind if I finish?” he spoke directly into my ear, causing me to shiver.
“Be my guest.”
He lowered himself and slowly pumped into me with massive thrusts punctuated with grunts. Each one sent a mini bodyquake through me and I lay there a crumpled mass of pleasure hormones.
His cock pulsed inside me, thickening. His thumb found my poor oversensitive clit and rubbed it until my body contracted in another orgasm to milk him.
For the first time in my life, I regretted using a condom. Just once, I wanted to feel a cock bursting inside me, and who better than the first man who made me come from penetration?
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Chapter Three
Cassandra
My temple throbbed with a headache while I sat in the meeting from hell. On a normal day I loved my job, but today was not that day.
Last night I finally found my way back toward the elevator on shaky legs. In the end, I took my stilettos off and tried to pull my underwear into place before returning to the light. Megan sat waiting for me and I realised I’d been gone a long time.
The Viking had insisted I stay for another round of long, slow sex that left his imprint inside me that I still felt today. I didn’t know whether to laugh or groan at what I’d participated in.
The meeting halted for a coffee break, and I sat with my eyes closed and head back.
“Cassandra?”
I looked up to find my boss watching me.
“Are you okay?”
I smiled weakly, exhaustion sweeping over me. “Sorry, I have a migraine. I took tablets this morning that don’t seem to have worked.”
“You should go home, Cassandra,” he said, sitting beside me. “You’re pale and not your normal self. I’ll leave you a copy of the meeting minutes and you can catch up later.”
“Thanks, Al, maybe a few hours in a dark room will help. It’s not that I’m much use to you like this.”
