Elizabeth’s whole body reacts to my request, seeming to become more sinewy and sensual but she doesn’t utter a word as I openly take her all in, soaking her up and my cock responds to her. Pushing myself from the doorframe I walk toward her. I place a hand under her chin and lift it up so she’s looking into my eyes.
“Get me the nipple clamps baby. I want to dress you.”
Her mouth opens slightly in my hand and I smirk at her reaction. It’s priceless, shocked and turned on at the same time. I lower my mouth to hers and brush my lips against her soft lips before letting her go. I stand there and watch that pretty ass sway over to the nightstand as she retrieves the clamps. When she comes back she places a white satin jewelry pouch in my hand. She bought something to keep them in. That means she really likes them and that makes me very happy. Happy with the idea of where we can go from here. We are at the beginning of our journey together, one of exploration and fulfillment. I’m looking forward to taking Elizabeth’s hand and guiding her in her own journey of self-discovery and realization. There is a vast unchartered path ahead of us and I feel honored that she has chosen me to lead her on that path.
Before taking the pouch from her, I slide one pink bra strap down her shoulder, slip my thumb into the cup pulling it down pushing her breast out and up. I fight the urge to pull that already taut pink nipple into my mouth and instead graze it with my thumb. I can feel the breath catch in her chest the exact moment her nipple pebbles even more. Sliding the other strap down her shoulder I free the other beautiful breast as well.
I finally remove the clamps from the pouch as I watch the heavy rise and fall of her chest.
“I am going to be so hard all night thinking about these clamps biting into your hard nipples, Elizabeth. If I don’t fuck you in the restaurant, it’s going to be a miracle.” My voice is raspy with my pent-up emotions. I need release badly, not only from my desire for Elizabeth but from the frustrations of today. Tonight I’m going to play, and she’d be better be ready for it.
Taking one finger, I begin to make slow circles around her left nipple, not touching it but threatening to, watching it tighten and harden more and more in anticipation of my touch. I take one clamp and secure it comfortably on Elizabeth’s waiting nipple and my cock twitches in my pants.
I think to myself answering my dick, I know, I can’t wait either but the waiting is good. I place the other clamp on to the other naked waiting nipple. I’m such a sick fuck, I can almost hear it sigh in gratitude.
I look into Elizabeth’s face to see if there is any discomfort there. Her lids are half closed, her pink lips are slightly open and I can see her tongue touching the back of her upper teeth wanting to lick something. I know if slide my fingers over her panties she’ll be wet and I know I won’t stop with just a touch of my hand. Now that the clamps are in place I can suckle those nipples with my mouth. I can’t resist. Lowering my head, I flick my tongue over each captive bump then suck it between my lips and take it between my teeth.
“Aaaaaaaaahhhh!!”
“All right, now let’s find you something to wear,” I say quietly as I cover her breasts with the bra once again.
“I don’t think I can make it through dinner, Marco.”
Her voice is breathy and heavy with arousal.
“You can and you will,” I say with a wicked smile before kissing her softly.
I walk into the closet and find a little black dress.
“Here, love, this should do just fine for dinner, put your hands up.”
I pull the dress down over her body then pull her hair to the side, slowly zip up the back and bend to kiss her neck.
“Let’s go, Elizabeth. I don’t know how long I can wait either.”
Elizabeth
Café Phoenix is one of the original Southern nouveau chic restaurants in Wilmington where the celebrities who are in town come to dine. Since our little city got “discovered”, it’s not the only kid on the block anymore but it’s still cool as hell. She’s like an old grand dame who sits regally in the knowledge that she can still kick everybody’s ass and continues to be highly respected for it.
Marco appears to have garnered something of a reputation in town. When we enter Café Phoenix he’s known by face and he’s given exceptional service. I suppose it’s justified considering his company will be investing millions of dollars in this area, which will benefit everyone in the long run.
We’ve just ordered when a slightly older gentleman approaches our table.
“Mr. Kastanopoulis, I wanted to introduce myself and give you a personal welcome to Wilmington. I’m Charles Greer, town councilman.” He extends his hand to shake Marco’s.
Politicians coming over to introduce themselves to Marco? Wow, I didn’t realize the importance of the man sitting next to me. It appears that Marco is considered quite a big shot.
Marco stands and shakes his hand, a rigorous man’s shake. “Councilman, it’s a pleasure to meet you, thank you so much for coming over. Would you like to join us for a moment?”
“No thank you that’s very kind of you. I just wanted to say hello and if there’s anything that you need please don’t hesitate to give me a call.” He reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out his business card, handing it to Marco. Marco doesn’t even glance at it, just slides it in his pocket.
“I do appreciate that. I will remember it. Enjoy your evening, Councilman.” Marco takes his seat again. As if dismissing him. Holy shit, did he just do that?
“You as well.” He looks at both of us. “Good night.” He turns and walks off.
Marco takes his napkin again and lays it on his lap. I’m momentarily stunned, not knowing what to make of what just happened.
“Councilmen coming up to introduce themselves to you?” I finally say.
“Don’t let it fool you, Elizabeth. It’s all about goddamn money, and I’m going to spend a lot of money here…a lot. The more money you’ve got, the more important you are. These guys, some of them, are just whores trying to get you to put them in your money-lined pockets. Not just for them but for the community, if they can get credit, and your money, they will suck your cock if you ask and then take it in the ass. In the end, it’s what you can do for them with your money. The more you’ve got, the more you can do. Plain and simple.”
He turns to me and there’s distaste in his eyes because of the crooked system he’s forced to be a part of.
“Come here, baby, tonight’s about us, not that.” His expression softens as his hand moves to my leg and comes to rest at the apex of my thighs. Barry White’s deep voice whispers, “Feels so good…” the beginning words to I’m Gonna Love You Just a Little More Baby. The deeply erotic words he speaks to his woman fill the space between us as Marco seduces me with his eyes, with his featherlight touch under the table, with the light breath against my skin when he leans into me breathing me in, caressing me gently with the stroke of his lips.
The thoughts going through my mind are of satisfying this aching need shooting from my breasts straight to between my legs where I wish his hand would move to. The need threatens to consume me if I allow myself to give in to it. Marco has barely touched me. He dropped off his car and my bag at his place and we walked, which would have been perfect any other night. But tonight with the clamps nipping at my nipples and the chain swinging back and forth with each of my steps it only served to heighten my arousal. His hand would touch my lower back letting his fingers graze the top of the crease of my ass, or he would caress my cheek when he brushed a strand of hair behind my ear, or his breath would stroke my skin when he leaned close to my ear to whisper something.
At dinner every so often his hand gently touches the bare skin of my leg or my arm, and sometimes he makes tiny circles up the inside of my thigh stopping just at the hem of my dress. He is deliberately teasing me. He knows everything he’s doing and what it’s doing to me. And I am enjoying every minute of the exquisite torture.
On the way back from dinner the streets a
re beginning to become crowded with the bar-hopping crowd. Marco has his arm around my shoulders when we come up to one of the few alleys downtown. It’s well lit and both streets running parallel are visible through the alley. The blocks are not very deep.
“Let’s cut through here, Elizabeth.”
About midway through, there is a recessed doorway. Marco pushes me into it with my back against the wall; he separates my feet with one of his while stroking me over my wet panties.
“Your pussy is throbbing, isn’t it, baby?” His cheek is against mine and the softness of his stubble remind my thighs of the feel of it between my legs.
“Yes, Marco, it has been all night.” I answer him quietly but I’m screaming in my head for him to please give me some relief.
“Do you want to come right now, Elizabeth?”
My legs are spread so wide, if they were any wider I would fall down. I did this, I opened myself up as far as I could comfortably go to beg him to enter me, slip inside me with anything, please. I need it. My arms are straight at my sides, palms flat against the wall behind me, my back is arched pushing my sex out toward him.
“Yes, please, Marco, I need it.”
I can hear people walking by on the streets, some so close I can hear their conversations. I don’t care if we get caught. Let them see us, the thrill of it makes me want it more.
The only parts of his body touching me are the stubble on his cheek and the tips of his fingers between my legs, barely gliding over the wet cloth covering my lips, which he’s stroking. My body is rigid, not moving except for the rise and fall of my chest from my panting.
“Take one hand and pull your panties to the side. I’ll make you come right here.”
I force a hand to move. It does so slowly, slithering over my leg to pull the silky pink fabric to one side. I can almost see in my mind’s eye my sex puckering, searching for what it wants, like the mouth of a fish. The tip of his finger is making circles in my juices around my opening, my walls are grasping inside me trying to grab him each time he circles.
“I’m going to slide inside you now.” His voice is low and the words are music to my ears.
One finger dips into me. I want more, I need more but I’m already so close to coming, my walls are contracting. He gives me some wonderfully needed friction making me suck in air between my clenched teeth. Sliding that wonderful finger in and out of me, he presses his thumb on my clit and I shatter.
“Aaaahhhhhhh!!” I can’t stop the scream from exploding from my mouth, the need is too great.
He pulls his hand away from me but doesn’t move his body. My orgasm is cut short leaving me aching for more. My head falls back in frustration and hits the wall behind me.
“We’re almost home, baby. But I think you’d like me to fuck you right here, wouldn’t you?”
Yes, I would. If we were standing in the middle of the police station I’d want you to fuck me right now. That’s how bad I want it.
“You are so lucky I like you, Marco, or else I’d kick your ass.”
He laughs so loud it bounces off the walls and sounds like it’s swirling around us in circles, like a gust of wind picking up leaves playfully dancing and encircling us in its cyclone, promising to whisk us away to a land far, far away.
“It might be fun but right now I’ve got other plans.”
He squats down in front of me bringing his face intimately close to my sex and inhales deeply. Holy fuck!
“You smell so good, Elizabeth. I love it. I can almost see your pussy dripping, it’s so fucking hot.”
My head is bent over and I’m looking at the top of his with my mouth hanging open. I’m speechless. That is one of the sexiest things anyone’s ever said to me, dirty as it is. He leans his head back to look up at me and his mouth curves up into the most devilish grin. This man is so bad and he knows it, and he relishes every moment of it.
I am so, so screwed.
When we exit the alley I wonder for only a second if anyone heard my scream. I smile thinking, Good, I hope they did. And I hope there will be a lot more screaming tonight.
The downtown streets are more crowded with the younger barflies walking from here to there in a hurry with no real place to go. Why are they hurrying? Are they afraid to get there one minute later for that beer? Do they have to hurry to get that spot as another body taking up space in the bar? I chuckle at the ridiculousness of the whole thing, remembering when I wasted my time just like them. I think the constant arousal from the clamps on my nipples is making me high, euphoric even. I could get used to this, and that could be dangerous.
Marco has me pulled close to him with his arm around my shoulders and I’ve got mine on his hip. I love the feel of the dip of his hip under my hand. I tighten my fingers there as my gasp surprises me while I’m imagining those naked hips grinding against me. He turns his face to me and nuzzles into my neck breathing me in as well.
When we get to his building and in the privacy of the open elevator, he stands against the far wall, crossing his legs at the ankles with his fingers steepled in front of his face. Marco’s look is piercing and hungry.
“Take your dress off, Elizabeth.”
He did not just ask me to strip in public!
He waits. Patiently. Waiting.
I slowly raise my hands up to reach behind me and undo my zipper. The sound is so loud filling the space. I imagine it floating out between the bars of the door mixing with the squeaks of the cogs and pulleys of the lift.
I pull the dress over my head and the cool air brushes my hot skin causing goose bumps to rise all over my flesh. I’m not sure if it’s from the air or my desire.
“Give it to me,” he says, holding out his hand, his voice rough.
“Now the bra.”
His eyes have become darker and intense. His body is more erect and demanding. There is no way I can refuse him.
Reaching behind me, I unclasp the strip of fabric and slide the material down my arms. My breasts fall, heavy with need, the chain from the clamps swings and lightly tugs on my nipples. I pull my lip between my teeth, responding to the stimulation.
Marco’s hand is out, waiting for the bra. I place it in his hand as the elevator comes to a stop.
“Take off your panties, Elizabeth.”
It’s not a request. It’s a demand. My eyes are wide, my lips are parted, and my breathing is heavy. It’s the only noise filling my ears along with the pounding of my heart. I tuck my thumbs into the elastic of my powder-pink panties with the little black bows and slowly slide them down my legs. I’m a mess, totally aroused. I don’t trust myself not to fall if I don’t hold on to the wall as I step out of them. I stand and place them with the rest of my clothes in his outstretched hand. I’m standing in an elevator dressed in only my heels and nipple clamps.
Marco is perfectly still except for the flexing of the muscle on his jaw.
“You are the most sensuous woman I have ever seen, Elizabeth. You are beautiful.”
I have no reply. My desire has escalated and I am consciously keeping myself from squirming in response to the pulsing between my legs.
Marco comes to stand in front of me, close enough to lightly touch the pink pebbles of flesh poking out of the clamps, then he strokes my lips causing my lashes to flutter with the exquisiteness of that light touch.
“When we get inside,” he says, his voice a gravelly whisper, “I’m going to tie you to my bed and blindfold you. Then I’ll take you on a journey of complete erotic pleasure.”
Oh! My! God!
Chapter Six
Marco
She’s mine. And I can’t wait to have her bound in my bed. My cock is throbbing in the confines of my jeans just thinking about it. I study her expression looking for signs of fear. It’s there, slightly, along with intense desire in her glazed eyes. I turn and lift the gate of the elevator thinking I can’t believe my luck having this entire floor to myself.
Reaching my open hand out to her I say one word. “Come.”
And she will be soon enough, many times.
She places her small hand in mine and I feel it trembling. She is completely naked and bare. I am stripping more than just her clothes from her; I am removing her inhibitions and her boundaries, bit by bit, and with each piece put in the pile, she belongs more and more to me. I squeeze her hand lightly to reassure her then take her out to the front door of the condo. Once inside we stop at the dining room table and I stand behind her with my hands on her shoulders.
“I’m going to blindfold you now, Elizabeth,” I say quietly, close to her ear, “then I’m going to lead you into the bedroom. You’ll stand at the foot of the bed and I’ll have you separate your legs. I’ll tie them. Next you’ll lean over the bed, then I’ll tie your arms. Do you understand, baby?”
I’m stroking her arms, soothing her, letting her get comfortable with what’s to come. I feel her body shiver with the light kiss I place on that curve where her neck meets her shoulder.
“Yes.” Her voice is low and raspy.
“Good girl.” Another soft kiss. “Are you ready?” My hands have stopped.
“Yes.”
Reaching into my pocket I pull out one of her stockings. I bring it, holding it between my hands, in front of her face.
“Look familiar?” I can’t keep the slight amusement from my voice.
Her body trembles as if she’s chuckling.
“Yes.”
I hold the stocking still in front of her eyes.
“Do you trust me, Elizabeth?” My tone is serious. I want to be sure she’s okay.
After a short beat she answers, “Yes, Marco.”
“Good. If it gets to be too much, just say stop and I will. But that’s it, no more. Be absolutely certain you want me to stop. Do you understand, Elizabeth?”
Her fists are clenching at her sides. I’m not sure if it’s in anticipation or fear. It’s probably both.
“I trust you, Marco.” Her tone is firm and sure.
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