by Anna Collins
I turned back and...Why had he taken his shirt off? And just look at that, what had he done with that beautiful body. My eyes were in pain to see those loud and ugly tattoos on my Robert's body. Freya that is not Robert's body, it is Zack's body, and he can do anything with it, why are you getting affected by this? Asked the voices in my head.
I turned away, to avoid distraction, shook my head a bit and tried to focus.
Then I began turning, "listen..." and my words couldn't come out as he had pressed his fingers on my lips.
"I like your boldness. You saw me last night and just couldn't control yourself. You walked right in there and invited me to fuck you. Wow! I must say I am impressed," he whispered in a husky voice as his eyes bored into mine. His inky-black eyes were so intense. God! He totally looked like my Robert.
Then he grabbed me by the waist, crushing my soft body against his hard one. He leaned down and our noses touched, he had that sly smile on his face, and the hard grip plus the look in his eyes were only speaking lust.
He was about to kiss me when the sane part of my mind started working. I pushed him hard and fast, "you pervert! How can you even think that I was that type of girl?" I shouted and started wiping the parts of my body where he had just touched.
He looked at me in disbelief. "Then what could a girl like you possibly want from me?" He asked.
Zack
She had lost it. How could someone give up the offer of fucking me? Girls all over were dying for a look of my eyes. Anyways, her loss. She was such a tease!
"I overheard your conversation, and I can give you those 60 grand. If you do something for me," she stated proudly.
"What do you want me to do? Want me to beat someone up?" I was curious about this. She seemed like a decent girl, but everyone had enemies.
She shook her head and took out a picture from her purse and passed it on to me.
It was a picture of me wearing a business suit. My stubbles were cleaned, and I was looking very different, almost unrecognizable.
I let out a whistle. "You want me to thrash myself, why did you Photoshop my pic?" I mocked.
"It's not you; it's Robert Hudson, my fiancé. You two have the same face," she informed.
"Then what are you doing here? Go and fuck him. Unless you want to use me as a replacement," I winked.
Her eyes turned misty. "He is dead! And this greedy aunt of him has captured all of his property and business," She informed.
"Oh, now I get it. You were right; you are not that kind of girl. You are a damn bitch!" I yelled, and the picture dropped from my hand. As I yelled the door fell open, and a guy entered there.
I grabbed her arm, and she gasped in pain. "You want me to go and pose as your fiancé so that you can bag all the money of this rich guy. You never even loved that guy. Did you love him?" My harsh tone shook her.
But she looked at me rigidly, "you are not worthy enough to get my explanation." She said, freed herself from my hold and walked away.
Her eyes…did I make a mistake? Shit! Why did I behave like that to her?
Chapter Fifty-Nine
Freya
I was resting on my bed when I heard someone unlocking the door. It scared me a bit, and I went over to check who was trying to enter my room without seeking my permission. I reached near the door but could spot no one. Then I turned on the lights, as I did so I felt someone tugging on my waist. My chest was heaving when my back hit his rock hard chest. I knew who he was. His masculine scent had warned me of his presence since the moment he had stepped in here. His arms encircled and tightened around my waist, and I winced.
"I know you were thinking about me," Zack whispered in my ear as he sucked on my earlobe. I clutched on the fabric of my nightgown. Then he turned me around in a jolt, my mouth hung open as I gasped for air. He smirked, on seeing his effect on me. Then he drew a line on my lips with his finger. I shut my eyes tightly, and my heartbeat knew no limits. His line continued down my jawline and stopped at my nipples as he pressed on the hard knobs as if he measured their hardness.
Zack's hands reached down to my vagina, through the soft material of my nightgown, and then he felt my vagina. "So wet. You were thinking about me," he announced.
It felt like I had forgotten how to speak.
I looked at him. Those eyes were blazing to my very core. It wasn't coldness or a feeling of distance, just an unexplainable feeling, something that stood between want and need.
I felt nothing but elation as I took off all my clothes. He stared at me the whole time, and I felt no trace of embarrassment as I stood naked before him.
He had moved, a little, in front of the dressing room mirror.
"Come here" he ordered. His eyes seemed darker than usual, it almost seemed like they had turned a shade darker, or maybe I never took this close look at his eyes before.
His command over me was quite extraordinary, it was complete. I walked over to him, the yellow hanging light gave me a clear view as saw my reflection in the full-length mirror. I looked different, very different, and for a second I wondered if it was someone else's reflection in the mirror. Because the girl in the mirror looked happy. My cheeks were red, my nipples were stiff, and my body was begging for attention. I had never seen me like this, not during my recent times.
As I reached him, he held out his hands and maneuvered my body so that my back was facing him. He held my upper arms behind my back with one hand. With the other, he began to hold my neck, not at all aggressively, but with a sureness of touch that made me tremble. He moved my hair away from the side of my face and kissed it; tiny kisses, almost imperceptible.
Then I felt his tongue on the nape of my neck. It moved around to the side, still kissing me tenderly.
I was afloat in a sea of desire. I just wanted him to make love to me. The passion I felt was indescribable.
He bit my neck, at first gently and then more firmly, sucking my flesh into his mouth, sometimes through his teeth. It hurt, a little, but I wanted him to bite me harder. He clearly read my mind because that is just what he did. As I let out a faint scream, his hand immediately covered my mouth.
Everything stopped. I knew not to turn around. From somewhere he had produced a piece of rope and, after pushing my head down, I felt something happening, and before I had any idea what was going on, my wrists had been tied together. This was what I wanted, what I wanted for as long as I could remember. I knew he could sense my longing. A few reassuring kisses, then more rope, this time pulling my elbows together so tightly that they met.
He did everything with such a sureness of touch, I was barely aware of time passing. I felt my head go back and he kissed me again. I started to say "please" but before the word was fully uttered, his mighty hand covered my mouth again.
"Shhh. Don't say a single word."
I felt so vulnerable as if my muscles had forgotten to make a move. It seemed like all the organs of my body were longing to feel him. His scent, his rock hard chest, his dark, mysterious eyes, the designs of his tattoos, everything was blocking my thinking abilities. I felt like a lifeless doll.
He brought out more rope, this time, loops of it were just above my breasts. They were tight, and I was aware of how little movement space I had, but there was no discomfort.
Starkly, he put his hand on the rope covering my body and turned me around to face him. I looked at his face, and he bent down to kiss on my forehead, I was lost in the expression of raw affection that his handsome face was showing me. Another rope was placed between my breasts, binding the upper and lower ropes.
But why the hell wasn't I feeling any pain?
He kissed me; a full on the mouth kiss which just made me want to wrap myself up and give myself as a gift to him forever.
He had played 'rough' before when his roaming hands were sending electrifying pulses all over my body. But what he did next make me quiver.
He pulled himself on top of me.
He held me, my body which was still completely bound. Hi
s tongue followed the contours of my upper lip so gently, while a finger from somewhere traced my lower lip. He played with my hair caressing it, cajoling it to fall exactly where he wanted it to.
My breasts had been thrust forward by the ropes which held my elbows. This made my nipples protrude, and when he started to kiss them, again drawing each one into his mouth, it was electrifying. I wanted to say, 'Carry on doing this. This is bliss.' But he did anyway, again giving me the feeling that he could sense my thoughts.
I wanted to cum, but I knew I shouldn't. His mouth was still on my nipples, drawing circles around them, with his tongue, now drawing them into his mouth.
His hands moved down and felt my wetness. His fingers drew some of the moist juices onto them, and he put those fingers in his mouth. Jeez! The scene of him sucking my juices like that made me blush and wet at the same time. I bit my lower lip to control my desires, but his naughty smile told me that he was having a great time by seeing me all worked up like that. My vagina was aching for his attention, but all he seemed too busy in gazing at the emotions of my eyes.
Now, he was on top of me. His mouth and his tongue were still exploring my nipples, which were so prominent by now and completely soaked with his wetness and my own. When he thrust himself into me, it felt like a tsunami; the waves and ripples powered through my whole body. He put his arms astride my face and moved inside me.
Never for one moment did this feel silly or deviant. My bound body was just part of his complete and utter control over me. He pushed himself inside me again and again, and I couldn't hold back a moment longer.
I came. And he came at exactly the same moment. The orgasm went on and on, and I had no way of stopping it. I had lost control of my mind and body completely. He owned me; he would tell me when the orgasm was over.
We were both breathless and in a sort of locked-in paradise. When his body moved to my side, I put my head on his chest, feeling it move up and down slower and slower. He held me with great tenderness but still that awesome power over me was there. My legs trembled.
He untied me in seconds and, we embraced, and kissed, and meant it.
Slowly, he gathered me up and carried me into the lounge. We sat on a sofa, not saying much but giggling a lot. He brought me wine. There was a fire burning.
He took a few seconds to play his favorite game that involved locking his gaze with mine. I began to say something, but he got on his knees, and my eyes got busy admiring his washboard abs, which were now glistening with sweat. I sighed, feeling the need to wrap my arms around him. Why did I find him too appealing?
He pulled my hand roughly, which caused me to fall on my back, thankfully the mattress of the sofa was very comforting.
He grabbed my legs, pulling them open as he placed wet kisses on my thigh. I moaned with pleasure.
'How is it so far?' He asked looking up to me. He was licking his lips.
'Fine. Nothing special,' I teased.
He rolled his eyes and let out a sigh, but continued.
He brushed his nose up against my slit, and I shifted in the sofa, as much as he allowed me to.
'Your nose is cold,' I said, gasping.
'Well, I'm sorry I didn't warm my nose up before this, Freya. Can't you just enjoy this?' He asked, holding onto my hips.
'Whatever,' I said sticking out my tongue to him.
He smiled mischievously and placed some tender kisses on my neck.
Then he went lower and started to lick inside my inner lips, pressing his tongue softly up against my clit.
I moaned again.
My breathing became heavier as he continued doing what he was doing with his tongue.
“Keep going... That feels so good...” I moaned.
He licked my clit in a circular motion, sucking it softly.
“Agh Zack!” I moaned out loud.
He stopped and looked at me with concern, "is it okay?" He asked.
I answered between heavy breaths, "I'm fine."
He obliged, and continued sucking my clit gently.
“Oh my gosh yes... You're going to make me cum..." I said.
The knot in my stomach continued to grow as he sucked my clit.
The feeling grew and then suddenly, it exploded.
“Ugh! Mmmm...” I moaned out loud as the feeling inside of me tingled and spread all throughout my body.
He stopped, and kissed my stomach.
I breathed heavily, and my heart rate shot through the roof. That was wonderful...
He hovered over me.
“See? It's not so hard enjoying it,” he said.
I caught my breath, opening my eyes slowly.
“Yeah. Yeah sure...” I said, breathing heavily.
“And it's all thanks to me that you feel this good right now,” he said, smiling big.
I had no idea what to say, so I gave a fake smile instead.
He shook his head like he was feeling sorry, and his squinted eyes told me that he was not ready to buy my fake smile. Then he came close to me and held my face in his hands, "I don't like these fake smiles," he whispered.
I sighed and rested my head on his chest, holding on to his waist tightly.
"Just remember, I'm always there with you," he said meaningfully as he kissed on top of my head.
He had his hands on my hips and brought me closer to him. Zack made my hips sway against his, and I was so close that I could feel the growing erection he was having; I knew he was probably struggling. With a groan I leaned back against him, my head on his shoulder.
We kept standing like that, our bodies close, for a few minutes and then I lifted my arms up behind my head, wrapping my hands around his neck. I heard him hiss when my fingers found his hair. With one hand Zack pushed aside the hair that was covering my neck, then bent down his head, and kissed my soft spot just under my ear. I gasped at the touch of his lips on my skin, but that didn't stop him. He kept going, with kisses along the soft curve of my neck and then with his tongue, he softly bit the skin on my shoulder. The sensation made me moan. I was dripping wet between my legs. If I was sexually frustrated, this didn't help with anything. The only thing I really wanted right then was to jump his bones.
"God yes Zack that feels amazing," I said in a husky voice, I heard him chuckle.
"I know Freya, I know," Zack said in a raw voice, he was struggling as much as I was, I knew it, so I grind my butt on his already hard cock. I heard a sharp intake of breath and the hand that was on my hip, gripped me harder.
"You're killing me, it's so hard to let you go, now that you're so close, and that I know what your skin tastes like."
"Don't let me go then, stay here with me." He said while caressing my face and lips. I closed my eyes sighing deeply.
With my adrenaline spiked, I kissed him with just as much force, and when our tongues touched we became magnetic. His body was pushing mine against the wall so tight I could barely breathe. I kissed down his warm chest, eliciting some sexy moans from him.
"Aw, baby!" He said before giving each breast a quick lick and bite, kissing his way down my belly.
I wrapped one leg around him to give him better access. We stood with our faces close; he intently focused on my facial expressions and me whining in his face as he invaded me. I couldn't wait, so I got on my knees to touch his hanging member. I was getting too desperate.
When his dick sprang out, and I was face to face with the big, solid rod I'd been waiting for, my pussy was suddenly drenched and aching for its pounding. I even forgot the fact that he had just taken me. My tongue attempted a lick but instead I lightly grazed it as he backed away from me, protesting. He shook his head and put his hands under my armpits.
"No. I need you now." He said as he stood me up.
He shoved his tongue back in my mouth and in a flash I was lifted into the air. I wrapped my arms and legs around him and was again banged against the wall. When he lowered me onto his dick I screamed into his mouth, so he went "shh" against mine, reminding me of where we were
which only heightened my arousal. He was moving inside me frantically and kissing me hungrily. At one point he synchronized his movements where for every hump of his dick, he humped my mouth with tongue in perfect harmony as we moaned into each other's mouths. I just clung to him and took everything he gave me.
When his mouth finally left mine, so did his grip on my ass. The only thing stopping me from falling was his torso which was smashing mine against the wall. His hands instead went to my wrists and held them high above my head. His grip was a little too tight for comfort, but I didn't care. I could feel myself getting very addicted. He began kissing and sucking on the sensitive parts of my neck while I enjoyed the tickling scrapes of his facial stubble and harsh actions. I let my eyes drift shut and breathed in his sexy cologne. Then he brought his face back to mine.
"Look at me." He breathed.
I opened my eyes, and we stared at each other as we panted. He looked like he was studying me.
"Say my name." He breathed out almost desperately.
"Zack." I moaned meaningfully.
That seemed to have lit some sort of fire in him because he sped up his pace even more. I could feel my pussy start to tingle and quiver as I began to cum. The greater my need got to cry out, the quieter I became as I did my best to hush all my moans, but when my pussy clamped around his dick, and my climax roared through me, so did a high pitch scream. He quickly kissed me hard to muffle it and let my wrists go, returning us to our previous position. When he started grunting uncontrollably and thrusting into me so hard that it hurt, I could tell that he was cumming in me. I felt that searing hot seed of his shoot deep inside me; it felt so fucking good that I just didn't have any strength to deny such a new and incredible sensation. Not to mention my mind was in such a lust filled haze.
I looked up at him and met his gaze. He smiled, tilted my head a little and then rested his hands behind his head and closed his eyes. I picked up in speed, and after a couple minutes, he pulled out of me with a pop. I lay on my back again and waited patiently as he got on top of me. We raised our arms and sweetly laced our fingers together as we made out and then went at it again. It was much better.
