She felt him lean in, his hot breath against her ear.
“Come with me,” he said in a low and hoarse voice before he grabbed her hand and led her away from the crowded scene.
“Where are we going?”
“You’ll see.”
Michelle allowed Jackson to lead her up the stairs and to his bedroom. She thought they would go to the bed but instead he took her out to the large balcony area. She allowed the night air to wash over her and walked over to the railing taking in the lights of the city far below.
“Beautiful,” she said with a smile as she felt him come behind her and wrap his arms around her waist.
“Not as beautiful as you,” he said as his lips went to her shoulder blade and nipped at it.
“You do realize that you have a party to host,” Michelle said as she felt his hands roam her body.
“They can wait,” he said as his mouth went to her ear and began nibbling on the lobe. Michelle let out a quiet moan, conscious of the fact that they were now outside and Jackson was going to do what he wanted to her.
She felt his hands go to her dress zipper and heard the noise of it sliding down her back at the same time she heard the zipper to his pants go down to. She shivered slightly and felt his body press against hers instantly warming her up.
With a nudge, Michelle’s dress fell off her body and pooled at her feet as he began to grind against her butt and run his hand up and down her smooth stomach. His hand went to her crotch and with one quick motion ripped her delicate lace panties off of her.
Michelle let out a noise of protest which quickly transformed into a moan as his dick nudged at her opening. She widened her stance voluntarily and allowed him to push himself into her. The two moaned at the instant pleasure and Jackson began to thrust up into her. The spot he was hitting had Michelle leaned over the railing and clutching on for dear life.
She tried everything in her power to quiet her moans and not to arouse suspicion from those below them. Jackson leaned over her heated body, his hand went to her chin and pushed it up so their lips could make contact. Her moans were silenced by the deep kiss he initiated, and his thrusts become more powerful.
One hand rested lightly on her throat while the other snaked around her waist to hold her in place as he thrusted roughly into her. Michelle bit her lip as the feeling of pleasure and pain radiated from his thrusts.
“Jackson,” she moaned as she felt herself unable to hold back anymore. He sensed that she was closed and leaned over her body again to whisper in her ear that he wanted her to come for him. With those very words, Michelle allowed herself the release and let the orgasm over take her body.
As she began to slump over the railing, Jackson held on to her panting and semi-limp body.
“I really am out of practice,” Michelle said still regaining her breath.
Jackson chuckled and reached down to pick her dress up off the floor and put it on properly. He zipped her up and grabbed her shoulders so that she was facing him.
“Still beautiful,” he said with a mischievous smirk.
Michelle rolled her eyes making a mental note to scowl him later about ripping off her favorite and very expensive panties. She shook her head at his current appearance and proceeded to zip his pants back up and smooth out his wrinkled shirt.
“Handsome,” she said with a smile before grabbing his hand and leading him back to his party.
*****
Michelle woke up in Jackson’s arms the next morning. She sat up quietly and smiled at the peaceful look he had on his face as he slept.
Carefully rolling out of bed, she ran to her room to grab his birthday present. It was officially the morning of his birthday and with last night’s shenanigans she wanted to give him the present in private. When she tiptoed back into his room, he was sitting up on the bed rubbing the sleepiness from his eyes. Even just waking up he looked gorgeous.
“Morning,” she said as she hid the present behind her back and hopped up on the bed beside him.
“What have you got there?”
Jackson stretched out his body and let out a powerful yawn. He must have still been tired with all the partying last night.
“Your present,” Michelle said as she brought the small box to her front and placed it on his lap.
“What is it?”
Jackson held the box and shook it next to his ear.
“Hey, stop asking about it, just open it!”
“Okay, okay,” Jackson said as he unwrapped the box and opened it to reveal a beautiful silver watch. Jackson was silent as he held the watch in his hand.
“Dad’s,” he whispered as he ran his fingers against the engraving on the back of the watch.
“Yeah, he was getting it polished before he died; my mom finally went to get it after his funeral but couldn’t bring herself to give it to you,” said Michelle.
Jackson looked up at Michelle as a smile graced his face. He took her hand and pulled her into a hug.
“It’s yours now Jackson,” Michelle said into his chest as she felt the emotion going through him. He pulled her away to place a kiss on her lips. The two smiled at each other unable to get over the happiness that they were experiencing finally coming to terms with their feelings. Jackson brought Michelle back to his chest as they looked at the watch that wrapped so perfectly around his wrist.
“I couldn’t have asked for a better present.”
THE END
Bonus Story 12 of 40
Mistress of the Wolves
Mia took a deep breath, taking in the rich pine smell of the Jacksonville National Forest. The sky was painted orange and purple with the coming sunset. It was the bridesmaids’ weekend and Mia had convinced the three other bridesmaids to pack up their scrubs, briefcases, and diaper bags, to put on hiking boots and backpacks. Mia was the only outdoorsy one in the group and though the bride could not make it, as the maid of honor, Mia wanted to show the girls that nature could be just as fun as a strip club. The four women had not even known each other until they drove up to north Florida. The car ride which was basically everyone on her cell phone unless she was driving, made Mia want to push the hike to today. She had to get the women talking.
“Soooo, how’s everyone doing?” Mia asked, pulling her long red hair into a messy bun.
They had walked about a mile uphill, chasing the sunset.
“A mosquito just bit my ass, Mia,” Tatianna said, heaving her backpack on to the campsite ground. Her thin braids were sticking to her sweaty neck and her voluptuous figure was marred with enormous sweat stains.
“I don’t have service, guys,” Linda said, holding up her cellphone to the sky. Linda had two kids and this was the first time her husband, Jeff, had the children all by himself. Most of the seven-hour car ride was Linda explaining to Jeff where things were in the house. Mia could not understand how a couple could be married for five years and only one of them knew where things were in the house.
Carissa, who was usually quiet the entire time, was bringing up the rear, flush faced and angrily wiping her black wispy hair behind her ears.
“We’re here, though,” Mia said, “yay?”
“Where is here? I only see trees,” Tatianna said, spinning around.
“That’s why we have sleeping bags in our packs,” Mia said, shrugging nervously.
“Wait, are we actually sleeping on the ground?” Linda asked, pinning her phone to her ear, “Hang on, girls—Jeff can you hear me? What do you mean you’re looking for the girls? Where are they? Where are you?”
Linda’s voice trailed off as she walked away from the group. Mia shook her head and looked back to Tatianna and Carissa who were looking at Mia like they could stab her. Mia offered a nervous laugh and dropped her pack on the ground in the clearing.
“Mia, what the actual fuck? Are we really sleeping under a tree?” Carissa asked, throwing her pack down.
“I thought you wanted to actually see nature?” Mia asked, shrugging her shoulders, “You know,
adventure, fun—girl bonding?”
“We could bond with half-naked, muscular men giving us lap dances, Mia. Like normal a bridesmaids’ weekend. Is this why the bride didn’t come?” Tatianna asked, stepping towards Mia.
“Um, no? I mean yes. I mean no. She had to meet with the caterer over a shrimp cocktail emergency. She just happened to be busy,” Mia said, biting her bottom lip.
Tatianna buried her face in her hands, took a deep breath and looked at Mia. Mia was sure fire and smoke were about to come out of Tatianna and Carissa’s faces.
“Come on, it will be fun,” Mia said, whining and pleading with the women to understand.
Tatianna was a city girl from Miami and was a director at Miami General Hospital. She did not ever leave the city. She moved to Miami from New York for the promotion. And to draw Tatianna to the woods, Mia may have lied and said that they were staying in fancy cabins, and that the sleeping bags were a formality.
“Mia—” Tatianna said, pausing and rubbing her temple, “are we really sleeping outside on the ground for three days?”
Mia pursed her lips, trying to think of a lie, but she was a terrible liar.
“We’re going to die,” Carissa said, throwing her head backward.
“Nooo,” Mia said, trying to ignore the sounds of wolves in the background.
“There are wolves out here?” Carissa asked, shuffling into Tatianna’s shadow.
“No,” Mia said, but the sound of howling sounded like wolves.
“Whatever, can we make a fire or something?” Carissa asked, looking over her shoulders.
“Hey, sorry girls. I’m back. What did I miss?” asked Linda, shoving her phone into the pocket of her cargo shorts.
“We’re sleeping on the ground,” Tatianna said.
“I’m sorry, what?” Linda said, pulling out her phone again.
Mia shook her head, and walked over to a patch of scorched earth and started gathering dry branches for the fire. The other three women were arguing and Tatianna and Carissa were filling in Linda. They sounded like chatty hens. Mia hoped after she got the fire going and they had marshmallows on sticks they would be over it. Mia lit a match, threw it on the dry branches and watched them lap up the fire. The sound of the crackles drew the women and thankfully silenced the cackling hens.
The sun was fully up, but north Florida was not sunny south Florida. It was fifty degrees even with the sun fully up. Mia felt relieved when they all sat around the fire, but her heart sank because she knew it was going to drop into the thirties. By the time the sun went down, it would be freezing and apparently there were wolves.
*****
“I think Jeff lost my kids. I actually think the man I married has no idea where precisely on earth our children are located” Linda said, biting down on a s’more.
Mia stifled a giggle and put more marshmallows on her stick.
“This trip is about us getting to know each other and not worrying about what’s going on at home. No kids or husband talk,” Tatianna said, leaning into the fire.
“I don’t think I know a topic that doesn’t revolve around my ex-husband being an idiot. We’re divorced but his mom is sick so some how I’m still helping,” Carissa said, plopping a graham cracker in her mouth.
“It’s why I never got married. Tatianna Smith is a free bird,” Tatianna said, smirking at Carissa, “Sex is better when you are not obligated to see them again.”
“Jeff and I have sex!” Linda said, looking affronted.
“Doesn’t sound like it,” Mia said with a sheepish smile.
“We just have to be quiet with the twins,” Linda said, her face looking flushed.
“Bob and I have sex. At first it was an accident. His mom had a bad night and Bob lives with her so I stayed the night. Several glasses of wine later his dick was just out. I fell for it and now it’s nonstop. It’s too hard to find a new man when we’re still in each other’s life. Ugh, being in your thirties is so weird. I would never put up with this shit in my twenties,” Carissa said, cupping her face.
“Speaking of twenties, what about you?” Tatianna asked, jutting her chin at Mia.
“Me? God, I’m twenty-seven so I count myself as a thirty-something too,” Mia said, feeling all of the eyes on her.
“Ooooh, twenty-seven so you should know what you like by now. Indulge us, what are the kids doing today?” Carissa said, raising an eyebrow at Mia.
Mia did not know how to answer that. She had not had sex in months, not since she and her ex broke up, and even when they were together it was not that exciting.
“Nothing at the moment, but my ex went through a weird spanking phase. He was watching some sort of weird porn and just sprung it on me,” Mia said, shuddering at the memory.
“I like a good spank,” Tatianna said, grinning wickedly.
“Ew, I’ll pass on that imagery,” Linda said.
“What about…more than one? Isn’t that a thing now?” Carissa asked.
“More than one what?” Mia asked, stoking the fire.
“She means more than one penis,” Tatianna said, “I did it. It was confusing at first. Just arms everywhere, but when you get a groove, it’s fucking amazing.”
Mia’s cheeks felt like they were on fire. She had always been bashful about sex. It was something she did in her relationships because it was expected. It was rarely the mind-shattering experiences she read about and usually after sex, she was just waiting for the guy to go to the bathroom so she could discreetly finish herself.
“I don’t think that would be for me. I’m a big girl and so is Jeff. A big man I mean. We only have a queen bed. It would be madness,” Linda said, shaking her head.
“I’d do it. As weird as it sounds I’d want Bob there because I would need someone whose body I knew. God, this sounds so sad. Even my fantasies involve Bob,” Carissa said, reloading her stick with marshmallows.
Mia did not add in. Not because she had a strong opinion one way or the other, but because she could hear the wolves again. She and her father had gone camping all around the United States and Mia felt well-versed in the American woods. Even though they were sleeping on the ground, this was a campsite and animals rarely came this close to people. To make it worse there was not just one or two wolves calling to each other as before. Mia strained her ears and her stomach tightened. She could hear a whole pack.
“You okay, Mia?” Carissa asked, touching her shoulder.
Mia jumped, snapping back to the conversation.
“Yea…no…I don’t know if it’s a good idea to sleep here,” Mia said, rising from the log she was sitting on.
The other women looked to each other and then over to Mia.
“I mean it, girls. I think we should run,” Mia said, grabbing her pack.
Before the women could react, Mia heard rustling leaves. Someone or something was coming closer. The sounds of crunching leaves were all around them. Then a series of low menacing growls.
“What the hell is that?” Carissa asked, rising to her feet.
Mia pressed her index finger over her lips, shushing Carissa.
“I will not shush! What the fuck is happening?” Carissa asked, her voice quivering with fear.
Carissa huddled around Linda and Tatianna, whimpering and mewling. Mia was on the other side of the fire, gripping the straps of her pack. She was trying to think. The car was a mile down the road and the sounds of the wolves were drawing in faster and faster. There was only one option.
“Run! Run now!” Mia yelled, backing away.
The women were frozen, absolutely paralyzed by fear. Mia kept yelling, urging them to follow her but it was no use.
“Behind you!” Mia yelled, jogging backward.
Where there was once a dark blanket of trees, there were now yellow eyes peppering the woods. Mia was looking in the face of not one but ten, maybe more, of the largest wolves she had ever seen in her life. One of them, a large black wolf with a round spot on his forehead, rose to his hind legs and ro
ared a loud growl in Mia’s direction. The other wolves rose to their hind legs and seemed to be over eight feet tall. They were grabbing the other bridesmaids.
The wolf stared at her and laughed in a low demonic voice. Licking its lips, it fell forward on all fours and stalked towards Mia.
“I’ll give you a head start,” it said.
*****
Branches scratched and pulled at Mia as she tore through the woods. Her breaths sounded ragged and she could hear the massive wolf chasing her. Her brain was rattled with confusion and fear. She could not understand why the wolves could talk. She could not understand why they were here and why one of them was the size of two large men.
“Leave…me alone!” Mia yelled, gasping for breath and waving branches out of way.
“Where…is…the…fun in that?” the wolf said, nipping at her heels.
The problem for the wolf was the deeper she went into the woods, the tighter the pine trees were together. It was like trying to run through the weave of a loom. Mia’s slender frame and her natural athleticism made it a cinch. The wolf, though faster in the open forest, was having a lot of trouble.
“You’ll only make it worse when I catch you!” the wolf yelled, clawing futilely at the dense trees.
Mia took a deep breath and charged forward. Her head was spinning. Nothing made sense. There were no wolves in Florida. And then there was the talking happening behind her. Mia was sure if not for the adrenaline propelling her forward she would pass out from shock and exhaustion. The forest was clearing and she needed a plan. She looked around her for anything she could use as a weapon. There was nothing. She had no weapon. No hope of escape.
“Shit!” Mia yelled, running out to the clearing.
Behind her was the woods and ahead of her was a steep cliff, leading to the ravine. Mia looked back at the wood to see the wolf burst through into the clearing, covered in dead leaves. It shook its massive head and its yellow eyes zeroed in on Mia.
“I hate chasing my food. If I have to take one more step, I will chew slowly,” the wolf said.
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