by Felicia Fox
Consumed
By
Felicia Fox
I fell in love with her courage, her sincerity, and her flaming self-respect. And it’s these things I’d believe in, even if the whole world indulged in wild suspicions that she wasn’t all she should be. I love her and it is the beginning of everything.
F. Scott Fitzgerald
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Consumed
I'm anxiously sitting at the tiny, overcrowded bar in Chicago's Mount Greenwood district. It's a cramped little joint called "The Matchbox", which is labeled appropriately, considering it can only hold about twenty-nine customers at once.
I glance up and catch my reflection in the mirror behind the rows of colorful bottles on the shelves at the rear of the bar. I see my shining, bright-green eyes staring back at me with my silky mahogany hair falling loosely around my pale shoulders. I nibble firmly on my bottom lip, adding a bit of plumpness and a slight cherry red color to it, hoping that she likes how I look for her this evening.
I fidget in my seat, glancing from the door to the clock, which is situated on the brick wall over the bar before gazing back at the whiskey-neat, resting firmly in my grip. My eyes make the same circuit three times and then I look up for the fourth time… just as she walks in. The smooth waves of her blonde hair are kept meticulously in place and are brushing just past her shoulders, in a smooth, elegant bob. Bright-blue eyes that sparkle like a pair of blazing sapphires are searching the room, looking for her intended target. Me….
Her name whispers softly through my mind and I instantly feel my body begin to respond. Oh, Alexandria… My breath hitches and my hand instinctively starts to clench tightly around the glass that contains my drink.
She is so beautiful that she takes my breath away.
Where Alex is silk, sophistication, and exudes an animal-like magnetism, I am not. I can bring out the 'sexy' when needed but she naturally has it in spades. It oozes from her like a rolling fog, encompassing everyone and everything around her. The eclectic mix of people milling about the hazy little bar simply can’t help but become ensnared and enraptured by this beautiful creature. I already am.
I'm watching her move toward me and the bar lighting seems to make her skin appear porcelain perfect, with that slight shimmer to her skin tone that I love so much. While I'm also fair of skin, it looks like I could certainly use a bit more exposure to the sun, whereas Alex seems to positively glow with the youth and vitality that some women pay thousands of dollars to achieve."
Alex finds me sitting on a stool near the end of the bar, where I always wait for her. For over two months, I have been coming here and waiting. I sometimes fear that one day she won't come and these weekly interludes will abruptly end, or I'll wake up and find that this was all an elaborate fantasy. I quickly shake off the thought. I feel that there is no need to depress myself right now, as Alex is coming for me.
Confidently, she glides her way through a slew of people, heading directly toward me. As she approaches, her gaze studies me, from the tips of my black, peep-toe kitten heels and up even further, touching over my slender legs to land on my full, firm breasts. Her gaze lingers a moment longer before moving up to my face. A smile filled with lascivious intent spreads across her stunning face and for a moment my heart stutters and then starts to pound double-speed, as if it's trying to leap out of my chest and into her waiting palm.
Alex is radiant. Everyone around us knows and can clearly see this. As I sit here upon this barstool with my legs crossed, wearing a clinging, black sheath-dress, I give her the same visual perusal that she is giving me. Alex is literally dripping in jewels and dressed head-to-toe in designer wear, reminding me yet again how different we truly are. Recently, I've been questioning my feelings for her and if this anxiety over not seeing her anymore is any indication, I think that I may be falling for her.
She approaches me and steps slightly to the side of the barstool that I am perched on. Alex’s bountiful breasts, covered in a sumptuous stunning navy blue silk, lightly brush against my arm as she leans down to whisper sweet words in my ear. "Hello, my sweet Felicity."
She then slides her soft, dainty hand up past the bottom of my dress. With no more than a brief hesitation, I uncross and part my legs slightly so that she can slide her hand further up between my trembling thighs. I'm not wearing panties, at her request and I've been fidgeting with the hem of my dress all evening so no one would get a peek at the goods.
This public display has my eyes searching quickly around the small, crowded bar room for any onlookers. There is an insanely hot man who keeps glancing this way but he wears a look of sheer boredom, so I'm sure that he hasn't a clue as to what is going on between Alex and myself.
Alex slips her free hand into my long brunette hair, tugging slightly, using her grip on my hair to tilt my face up toward hers.
“Fe, look me in the eyes.”
I turn my head and our eyes meet, my bright green gaze meeting her radiant blue gems. I've followed her instructions perfectly so Alex decides that she is going to reward me. A sweet reward it is.. She erotically tortures me, sliding her fingers back and forth between my thighs, spreading my seeping moisture around my soft folds. She sets my nerve endings on fire, so much so that I need to bite my bottom lip to hold back the moan that wants to escape my throat.
Alex does this to me often, making me forget that the world may be watching. She constantly pushes me to shed my inhibitions and I become complete putty in her skillfully sensuous hands. Alex gazes directly at my eyes with hers glowing mischievously. "Are you ready?" she whispers. Her penetrating gaze and the hand that has not yet relinquished its maddening pace on my pussy is doing a great job at keeping me incoherent.
Nearly snapping back, I reply, “Yes, Alexandria. I’m so beyond ready."
She is removing her hand slowly and in a torturously erotic show, begins to lick her fingers clean; all the while keeping her sexy, fevered eye contact with me. I blush as her eyes burn into me with her blazing, blue-fire gaze. Alex smirks wickedly, drops her hand down and then turns swiftly, making a path straight for the door, instinctively knowing that I'm already trailing behind her.
I follow her footsteps into the brisk night air and I extend my hand for hers as she reaches back to grip it tightly. She looks back at me as we round the corner of the bar and we slip into the dark alley, hand-in-hand. Alex pulls me faster than my feet can keep up with. Abruptly, she stops and pulls my body close and holds me tightly against her. Alex’s arms are warm and so strong. Who would have ever known this small feminine being could crush your bones with the slightest amount of extra pressure? Her unearthly strength is yet another reason why I believe I'm falling
helplessly in love with her.
“Close your eyes, Felicity and take deep breath,” she murmurs in my ear.
I do as she bids me to do. Feeling that familiar pull on my insides, my skin begins to tingle as her arms tighten around me. When I reopen my eyes, I see that we are here in ‘The Room.’ I use this term for I have never ventured outside of this area to see if there is more. Although, I'm sure that the word 'lair' would be even more appropriate.
Looking around, I sometimes wish that this space would give me some kind of clue as to how Alex spends her days, but it's all so put-together and tidy that I doubt even a speck of dust can claim to call this place home. She does, however, surround herself with decadent and plush furnishings - colors of lavender, plum, and silver interspersed throughout the large and inviting space. A gorgeous four poster, mahogany wood bed takes up the majority of the room's real estate, with sheets of slippery satin and fluffy pillows to sink deep into. Seeing the bed always makes my body shiver in anticipation, as it's currently doing. The acts that have occurred there will forever be seared into my thoughts, haunting me throughout each week until it's time for me to be in Alex’s arms again. I look to the right wall and my breath hitches when I see the cuffs. They are tarnished to a patina, green from age and time. I can only imagine how beautiful the copper must have once been. I turn to find her watching me - the once sapphire blue that normally graces those smoldering eyes have now shifted to the color of champagne. They are golden now, nearly matching the pearlescent tone of her skin.
Saliva pools in my mouth and I begin to hunger for the sweet taste of her supple skin. I feel my breasts grow more sensitive, beginning to strain against their coverings. My pussy becomes slick, dampening my thighs yet again. I watch as her nostrils flare. I know she can scent my ever-growing arousal. Her movements are a blur as she comes to stand in front of me. She fists the hair at the nape of my neck, as she pulls my head back to lick a slow, long line from my collarbone, up the column of my neck, nipping at the lobe of my ear.
“Oh, sweet Felicity.. You smell so divine. I cannot seem to decide how I want you first.”
She tenderly kisses and nuzzles my neck. The action seems out of place with the obvious restraint I feel in her body which is pressed firmly against mine. Alex drops the hair that is still wrapped in her fist. Using that arm to now wind around my waist, her grip tightens while her other hand cups my face. She tears herself away from me abruptly and I can immediately feel the sting of her body’s absence against mine. That is, until I watch her as she reaches behind her back to remove her dress. She unzips the back and lets it slide down slowly, pooling in a beautiful mass of navy blue silk on the floor.
Stepping out of the fallen fabric, she makes her way back to stand before me, completely unabashed by her nakedness. She is a vision, wearing nothing but a pair of black four-inch heels and of course that delectable, gold pearlescent skin on her petite frame with curves that could rival a fifties pin-up girl.
“I am so hungry for you, Felicity.”
She kneels before me and slips my heels off, one-by-one, massaging the arches of my feet as she does so. Rising, she grasps the hem of my dress and drags the offending material over my head. My five foot eight inch height has me bending forward so that she can pull it the rest of the way off. Throwing the dress behind her, Alex steps back, her golden eyes glowing, seeming to devour every line of my trembling body. She begins to pace around me and it ratchets up the intensity of lust burning from within me. She comes to stand at my back and suddenly I feel her kick my legs open wider. "Oh God!", my fevered brain mutters silently.
“Grab your ankles,” she growls at me. I can feel her eyes on my wet core as she squats down and slides her hands up my thighs.
I quickly do as she commands, feeling her fingers spread the lips of my now sopping-wet pussy. I hear her inhale and when she releases her warm breath to fan against the heat of my lips, her grip on me tightens.
“I am going to feast on you, Fe.”
The throbbing in my core is intense as I feel the hot, wet glide of her tongue slip through my wet folds and immediately zero in on my clit and I squeeze my ankles hard, begging my knees not to weaken. My breathing becomes a heavy panting as she probes her fingers into my soaking channel, causing me to cry out. It feels so fucking good. I hear the suction of her finger going in and out of me and it sounds so erotic that it edges me even closer to a shattering climax.
"Give it to me, Felicity."
"Come for me, Baby."
"Feed me."
My eyes shut tightly as her unsaid words travel straight to the center of my body, forcing me to come hard, over and over, in intense, satisfying waves of sheer pleasure.
“Oh, god, Alex. Yes. Yes. Yes!” I cry out.
My knees finally give out completely and I feel her grip my waist tightly to keep me steady. Pulling me back against her, I notice that the arms wrapped around me are gleaming brilliantly. She sways with me from side to side, to a melody I cannot hear, when I'm suddenly picked up and carried to the bed. She throws me on top playfully. My heart is aching as Alex dazzles me with her beautiful smile. I scoot back along the slippery satiny smooth sheets and the feel of them against my skin is positively decadent. I spread my legs wide so she can see the result of the release she has just given me. Her nostrils flare once more and her skin illuminates even brighter. Climbing the bed on her hands and knees, she crawls toward me with an animal-like grace and a predator’s glint in her hypnotic eyes she is nibbling and licking her way from my ankle to my thigh and then she is spreading kisses all over my abdomen. She reaches for my breasts, massaging and rolling the taught nipples between her fingers. Alex moves to straddle my pelvis and I can feel her damp core against my throbbing clit. She grinds in a steady pace against me. I am so ready to come again, screaming her name to the heavens.
“Oh, Alex, yes… please. Don't stop. You feel so…ugh…” I notice that my voice has an intensity that I don't remember ever hearing before.
“That's right, my pretty Felicity - let me hear you. Feed me. Come on, baby…More… give me more.” She is purring my name over and over, making my inner muscles clench hard. Increasing her speed against my body, my blood starts to pump harder and a sheen of sweat starts to cover me as I get closer to my orgasm. She bends down to take one of my beaded nipples in her mouth and bites it teasingly.
“Oh, Fuck!”
I start to come in rolling waves and I watch as Alex stills and inhales deeply while she crawls down my body. She dives face-first into my soaking pussy and she grips me tight to hold my bucking hips down. I'm so sensitive that I can't keep still and her iron-like grip won't let me get away. I hear her growl but she continues on until I slam my eyes closed and tears begin to fall from my eyes.
Pulling away from me with one last long lick of my sensitive clit, I shudder and try to recover from the last release which she just forced on me. Opening my eyes, I see that her gaze is blazing. Alex’s skin has become a golden radiance, shining like a diamond. A fiery kaleidoscope of colors, I can't help but think. She is fully fed and I am utterly exhausted; I feel my eyelids slowly start to droop as she moves up beside me.
“Thank you, sweet Felicity, thank you…” she breathes out. I notice that her tone is different, almost sad but then she kisses me deeply and I taste myself on her lips. I fall into an exhausted dreamland while she continues to rhythmically stroke my hair.
~~~
I awake discombobulated, to the sound of my own alarm. I'm back in my apartment. The clothes I’d worn last night are folded and placed on a chair by my bed with my shoes set neatly underneath. I look around, praying that it wasn't a dream. I mean, it would be crazy if I had this same dream every Thursday night! I stretch luxuriously, noticing that my body so sore it feels like it was put through some sort of gymnast’s routine. I know that I'm probably going to walk a little funny for a day or so.
Well, back to reality, I think. Getting up, I go through my daily motions - it seems
like that is all I do these days. I go to my nine-to-five at the office; a twenty-eight year old college grad working as a secretary for one of the sleaziest lawyers in Chicago. I swear, he spends more time staring at me and my boobs than he actually spends doing case work. Bastard. Unfortunately, I need the job and, let’s face it, jobs are pretty hard to come by in this economy.
Instead of complaining as much as I'd like to, I get into the office and do every scrap of work as quickly as possible before coming back home to my little studio apartment. I read a book from one of the stacks that litter my small space and play around online, even chat with a couple of friends from back home on occasion. Anything to pass the time until the next day comes and I start the monotonous routine all over again. Nowadays, I'm just trying to make it to Thursday, wishing it would come much sooner.
This week has passed in a blur. The bastard that I work for took on four new clients and asked that I basically go on fact-finding missions to corroborate their claims. Such a pain in the ass, but today is Thursday and the only thing that could put a damper on my mood would have to be the death of a family member. Even then, I would probably ask you which one. My parents passed away in a horrendous car accident five years ago and being an only child, it has pretty much been me on my own since then.
This work day seems to drag on as I wait impatiently for night to fall. Sitting at my desk I'm humming - humming! For Pete's sake, I’m pathetic… Glancing at the clock, I see that I only have 5 minutes before I’m done for the day and then I can head home and get ready for tonight. Oh god, tonight… The feel of Alex's dainty but strong hands on my body, her lips and tongue bringing me over and over into non-stop orgasms. I shudder as I think of the pleasure I know that she will bring to me. In the shower, I shave every inch of my body. I'm so excited and aroused by thoughts of her that just grazing my fingertips over my clit can almost throw me over the edge. I'm practically panting my way through these mundane tasks when I hear an unexpected knock at the door. Grabbing my robe, I walk over to pick up the folded note that has been slid underneath the door and now sits a good foot inside the apartment. Alex’s scent lingers on the note and I breathe it in deeply, smiling as I open it to read its contents…
