Fatal Attraction Vol. 2

by P. A. Jones

  His hand grabbed my wrist and pulled me closer to him, his lips crushed on mine. His tongue didn't seek any permission to take control of my mouth. His other hand rested on the point where my lower back met my hips, only for a moment, and then it moved to my ass, grabbing it and squeezing it tightly.

  Goddamn, he was squeezing it like he owned it. He withdrew his face after a long kiss and pushed his lips on my neck where it met my shoulders and dug his teeth inside my skin.

  "M, please … no love bites." The words came out sparingly as I a bite my own lips at the pain he was inflicting.

  "What about the ones you put on me a few nights back?" He chuckled lightly.

  "Did I? Damn, I'm so sorry." I felt guilty. I'd never done that before.

  "Don't worry, a little pain brings excitement." He chuckled while his tongue traced a path around the edge of my dress.

  His hand moved away from my ass and then in a moment it came crashing on my ass. The pain traveled all over my body.

  "Goddamn, M, what was that for?" I asked.

  "It's called as spanking, and it's enjoyed in certain lifestyles." He replied, directly looking in my eyes. I saw a hint of darkness in his eyes. I felt afraid for a moment, but then that darkness was gone. "I'm sorry if I hurt you." His voice was polite.

  "It should be less painful than the mark I can see on your neck." I felt sorry. The mark on his neck was bigger than I imagined. I must have turned into some wild animal that time. God, it never happened with anyone other than him.

  "Don't worry, it's just the skin.” He lifted me in his hands and put me on the bed. "Can I take off your clothes?"

  I couldn't control my laugh. He was acting like a poor cat, asking my permission to remove my clothes. What the fuck. "Don't be a pussy, you were talking about tearing them apart." The change in his tone was funny.

  "I'm saving my animal for the second round, and before that I want to see you naked. I want to lick your skin from your head to your toes." My clit jumped with his words. I nodded. I wish I could take his mask away, but that would mean end of our relationship. Anyway there was no relationship between us, it was just pure sex. I had a better relationship with my boss Mark than this stranger. His hands moved over my black formal blouse I bought specifically for work. He pulled it up as I obediently raised my hands to help him.

  His hands were on my breasts now. He was feeling them over the bra. . He slipped his hands below my back and unhooked my bra in a swift motion. His hands slowly removed my bra and unveiled my breasts. My nipples were already pricked tight.

  His fingers moved over them. "They are so beautiful." He gazed at my breasts for a moment. In a reflexive reaction my hands cupped my breasts pushing his fingers away.

  "You should hide them, they are so good that anyone would want them." His eyes were fixed on mine.

  "But never, ever hide them from me."

  He pulled my hands away and kissed them, his lips biting them lightly and his tongue swirling around my bosom twice. I shivered to the core. It was unexpected, but so welcome. The care with which he was touching me was amazing. He was so different than his avatar I had seen last time.

  "Why are you so soft today? Just few moments back you were an animal." I couldn't resist asking that.

  "Because I missed seeing this beauty last time." He moved away slightly, gazing at my entire body. His hands moved on my skirt and in a fraction of a second I was lying down in only my panties. His speed of removing my clothes was fast.

  He moved back and kissed my belly. It felt funny for a moment, but the next moment I was left breathless. His tongue was licking my clit over the thin fabric. Goddamn, he was already sending me over the cliff. He kissed my thigh on the right and moved below, kissing every inch of me down to my feet. In a swift motion, he slid off my panties and I was naked on bed.

  "Who made you, Zoe?" he stood in front of me. His eyes were shining in the light. "I have never seen a woman as beautiful as you.”

  “You’re bluffing. There are a thousand women out there prettier than I am. Haven't you read any Sports Illustrated?"I replied, though I hated the talk. I wanted him to act on my body rather than praise it.

  "Trust me, I know many of them. And no one is as beautiful as you. All the others are stuffed bitches." He smiled like a small boy and knelt in front of me.

  His hands slowly separated my legs and then his tongue touched my pussy.

  "M, please no. I'm not clean."

  He didn't care, his tongue pushed itself deep inside me. My fingers wrapped around the bed sheet and I threw my neck back as his mask touched my clit perfectly.

  "Oh my God." I moaned as his tongue slashed inside my pussy and his mask played with my clit. Moment after moment, I couldn’t hold back my ecstatic screams.

  He bit my lower lips slightly. His tongue was thrusting inside me and his lips were firm on the walls of my pubic area. Damn, the waves of pleasure started in my core and passed along my whole body. I grabbed his head and pushed my pussy over his face deeper. I didn't care that the mask was poking me, I just cared for my own release. And that was insane.

  When the last wave subsided, I loosened his hair from my grip.

  "I need you inside me now." My voice was desperate; I wanted his huge cock inside me at any cost.

  He smiled at me and loosened his pants and then took off his jacket.

  "Remove everything expect the mask." His skin, I wanted that skin all over me.

  He stripped and pulled a rubber out of his pocket to roll on his dick. He positioned himself on top of me. I could see his chiseled arms around my body. His cock was placed on my entrance, and I couldn't wait anymore. I grabbed his hips and pulled them towards me. I needed him so much that I couldn't stand a second of teasing.

  He smiled and in a thrust was all inside me. I could feel the stretch on the walls of my pussy. He was huge and satisfying at the same time. I know exactly how I felt when he wasn't inside me, I was empty—my life was empty. With his dick, he filled a hole in my life as well.

  His arms were flexing, I could feel his hips working. He was like Superman, the Superman of sex. I giggled to myself, but his next stroke took away my breath. He was insanely forceful and fast.

  "Fuck me hard." I cried in pain. I enjoyed it more than anything.

  His speed increased and my cries as well. After few moments his speed was so fast that I closed my eyes and wrapped my hands around his torso to bite his neck hard. That was the only way I could restrain myself from shouting

  He groaned like an animal.

  I couldn't say anything, so I bit him more. And then I felt the force inside me. His release was the most amazingly forceful release I had ever felt. I loosed my legs wrapped around him and fell against the bed. Every ounce of energy was sucked away from my body.

  He dropped next to me. I turned to watch him, the only thing I could see was the red blood coming out of his neck.

  "Oh my God. I'm so sorry." I extended my hands to his neck, but he moved and my hand crashed on his mask hook.

  With lightning speed, his hand stopped my hand. His eyes were fixed on me.

  "Never ever try that again, Zoe. The moment you see my face, this will be over." His eyes were shouting fire balls at me.

  Chapter 4

  Zoe

  He stood in front of the window, naked. Every muscle on his back was taut, along with his hips. If he had thought of posing for a sports magazine, his naked back posture would rob the heart of many thousands. His hand was flexed on the window, he was searching something. His pose was not relaxed, it was stressed. But why? Why would he be stressed after this amazing night full of sex?

  He turned slowly, his eyes fixed on me, his lips were smiling. Opposite to what I thought about his posture. "What were you looking at?"

  "How much do you exercise in a day?" "Couple of hours, before I had to work."

  "Care if you tell me where you work?"

  "Not where, but yes I can talk about what I do for living." He turned ba
ck to look outside. The streets were dark, but the traffic was lighting the world outside. It was almost four in the morning, but the traffic was as usual. New York never sleeps, that's what I learned from the moment I was aware of the city's night life. Thanks to my ex-boyfriend, I got to know about the night life very well.

  "And what is it?" I was curious. Sleeping with a masked man was great for sex and anonymity. But knowing nothing about him was turning me awkward from inside. And thinking it through, he was not a stranger anymore, although I don't know his name. The sex we had, had more to it than just the physical touch. He was a sensual beast, he knew what I wanted and acted based on that. That is the one quality I missed completely in my ex-boyfriend. With him, it was always what he wanted.

  "I told you, I'm a lawyer. Not a well known one, but I make a good living."

  I giggled. "If you can afford a suite like this, it’s a bit more than good."

  "Well, that comes from my inheritance. My dad earned it for my family." His voice turned a little emotional.

  "Your dad?"

  "He passed away when I was fifteen. My grandmother raised me after that. But then she passed away last year." His voice had a touch of sadness.

  "I'm sorry for your losses. What about your mom?"

  "I don't know. I remember my dad and grandmother taking care of me. Dad told me once that she ran away with someone when I was a kid." He turned back smiling. But I knew it was a hurt smile.

  Impulsively I walked to him and wrapped him in my arms. Our naked bodies touching, but sex wasn't on my mind. For me he was the troubled man who needed a hug.

  His hands wrapped around my back. "I'm sorry, I troubled you with my sad past."

  "No, nothing like that." I felt lonelier after hearing his past. I wanted to pull his head on my chest and console him until he feels better.

  ***

  "Zoe, what are you doing tonight?" a large file fallen front of me suddenly.

  I almost dropped my coffee mug. I was thinking about the stranger and last night. My eyes jumped in the direction of the voice, Mark was standing in front of me. "Oh Mark, it’s you!"

  "Who else you were waiting for?" his bows raised. His gray eyes were fixed on me. And he distinctly reminded me of the stranger in the last night. How would it feel to be in Mark's arms? Would it feel the same as with Mr. M?

  "Zoe, I'm talking to you. I don't have time to disappear in your dreams." He moved his hand in front of my eyes.

  I flicked my eyes. I was lost and I wasn't making any sense, even to myself. "Sorry. What did you say?”

  "I asked what are you doing tonight?"

  "Nothing, why?"

  "We are going on a date tonight." He smiled mischievously.

  "Date?" He didn't make any sense. Why would he ask me on a date all of a sudden? "I thought you are going out with Rachael."

  "And who told you that?" he was taken by surprise.

  "I just guessed. And why date?" he was my mentor, and though he was kind of sexy, I didn't fantasize about him that way. Heck I couldn't fantasize about anything other than Mr. M's sculpted body.

  "We are working for the whole night." He pointed to the file he just threw on my desk. "We need to finish filing this case by tomorrow morning."

  "But..."

  "I don't care what else you have planned for the night. But if you want to work for me, you better get started on this." His eyes were studying my face. "And if you don't think you are up to the mark, ask Justin to allocate you with someone else. I'll get Rachael do this for me."

  "No sir, I will do this." I replied. All my fantasies were thrown back on the ground. My boss was in front of me and he just reminded me why I was there.

  "Good. And I want it perfect. Because I don’t accept anything less than perfect, Miss Walker," he smirked. For a junior partner he had a lot of attitude in him.

  "Yes sir." I looked at the file. It was a really big one. Mark studied me for one more moment and walked out, putting his hands in his trouser pockets. His back reminded me of the Mr. M's back. I guess both of them had almost same physics. "Zoe," a familiar sexy voice echoed around me.

  Now it was Daniel standing in front of my cubicle.

  "Hello." I smiled at him. He was perfectly opposite to Mark, he was soft, caring and had a decent attitude towards women.

  "What are you doing this evening? And don't tell me about work. I'm just asking for a quick dinner across the street. It's a nice restaurant." His eyes were baring the same hope again that I would say yes.

  "Sorry, Daniel. But it's already going to be an all-nighter here. I can't waste any time,” I picked the file and read the name of it. We had to go head to head with another firm for a merger and that firm was of my dad's firm. Fuck. My face twisted in fear. I never thought that I would be going against my dad's firm so early in my job cycle. And that too when my dad didn't know I was working in his rival's firm.

  Chapter 5

  Zoe

  "Are you sure about this?" Olivia ate another slice of pizza. She loved the Double Cheese Marguerites. That pizza was the cheapest one you can get anywhere. I always wondered how could she remain sexy and fit though she ate pizza almost every other day. "You are practically going against you dad's firm. And he is going to find out I can bet this pizza over it."

  "Do you think I have a choice here? What should I say to Mark, that I can't work on this because my dad owns that firm? I can't do that, he doesn't even know I am Mr. Walker's daughter."

  "But you haven't told your dad about your job, have you?" She sipped her wine. How could she drink wine in the morning? God only knew what her plans were for the day after drinking the wine in the morning.

  "I can't. You know he will force me to quit it and come live with him. And I can't go back in that jail again. And he will stop my allowance too."

  "Do you really need that? You are earning yourself now."

  "Do you think that this small amount I'm earning will suffice to cover my bills? And more than money, he will kill me for not listening to him. You know him, he is the person who least believes in my dream. And when I decided to go to law school despite his warnings, he didn't speak to me for almost a year. And that hurts. I love that man no matter what, but I can't remain a puppet for him and marry a rich lawyer, so he can grow his business ties." It was a hard and complicated relationship with my dad. I loved him no matter what, but his ways were different.

  "I understand your pain, Zoe. But someday he is gonna find this out and if it's not from your mouth, then it's going to cost you more."

  "I know and just imagining that is killing me from inside. I'm afraid that I might lose him that day." A lone tear came out of my eye.

  "Anyways, who is this Mr. Patrick going against your boss Mark?"

  "Someone new. I never heard his name before."

  "So there are strong chances that he doesn't know you either. There could be a hundred Zoe Walkers in Manhattan. It's a big city, my dear." Olivia smiled at me and gave me a bit of hope.

  "That sounds good. So as long as no old men come with him, I won't get caught and I can work with peace. Thank God."

  She looked at the wall clock. "Don't you have work to attend to today? And speaking of the time, I will be late tonight. Going on a date."

  "Are you ever planning on settling on one guy? A serious relationship?"

  "Surrounded by guys like your ex, I don't want any serious relationships ever in my life. I'm happy with one-night stands."

  "I guess you’re right." I felt sad, my experience with my ex was worse and no one should get the same treatment I got from him. Suddenly I felt lighter for Mr. M. He was actually saving me from reoccurring misery.

  "Chill Zoe, I was just giving an example. I didn't mean to hurt you. And moreover Scott is in your past now." She moved closer and hugged me. I hated her sometimes, but when I needed her she was always there. "Thanks for being with me, but I need to run now. Mark will kill me for being late."

  ***

  I was watching
outside of the bus window when I realized the woman sitting next to me was crying. My head turned automatically to check on her. I thought she was in trouble. And she was. I don't know for how long, but she was weeping silently.

  "Are you okay?" I asked.

  She looked at me for a moment and then looked away. I guess she didn't want to share her pain. Actually I was foolish enough to ask her in the public place. The woman stepped out one stop before mine. I wondered why she was crying. But I couldn't worry for long because my own issue was larger than life for me. If my dad found out about my job, I would be out of his life for sure.

  I didn't noticed when I got off the bus and stepped in my firm building. I didn't even notice which life I caught or who was around me in the lift. I was so in deep thoughts about my dad, I became aware of the surroundings only when I stopped in front of Mark's office. Gosh, this is getting difficult.

  I peeked inside from the glass door to see if he was already in, and to my surprise that woman I saw in the bus, was standing in front of Mark, crying her heart out. What was she doing there? And what was her relationship with Mark?

  Chapter 6

  Few minutes before

  Mark

  "Fuck, Fuck." I pushed my hair back. There was something wrong in the merger papers, but I couldn't just find it. My thoughts were turning over and over to Zoe Walker. Why can't I get her out of my mind? Why is she bothering me so much that I lose my focus from my work? I'd get no answers. I was again and again drawn to her body’s god-sent scent.

  Why do you smell so good, Zoe?

  Something moved in front of me. My eyes jumped up to a woman was walking in my office. My head burst with the anger. How could she walk in without my secretary informing me? I should fire her for letting this woman in.

  She slowly walked in front of me. I could only see her dark blue eyes; she had covered half of her face with a black scarf. What was she trying to hide under that scarf? And why did her eyes feel so familiar? I felt like I had seen them somewhere. But where? My mind couldn't trace it.