Gwen’s reality had narrowed down to one focus, Simon’s tongue in her pussy. Only the warm, wet velvet of his tongue mattered as he stroked, sucked and lapped at her slit. His lips were soft and the silk of his hair tickled her inner thighs, but Gwen remained motionless.
The fact that she couldn’t move served only to heighten the sensations Simon caused. Every cell in her body was alive and focused on his touch. At first, she’d struggled to stay still, her muscles tight and stiff. Slowly, she’d relaxed as Simon’s dalliance with her body had played out. She’d given herself over to his mastery and reveled in her submission.
She embraced her lack of control. No more was she required to think, she had only to feel. For a woman as tactile as Gwen, she’d just come face to face with bliss. She was lost to it.
It’s not that she was apathetic and didn’t care what Simon did to her, not at all. She simply submitted and embraced that her pleasure was his own. He’d promised her only pleasure and when she’d realized he wasn’t doing anything to hurt her, she’d simply done what every instinct in her body had demanded … she’d given herself to him. What she’d received in return, however, she had no words for.
Waves of pleasure drenched her body. Her nipples were beacons of desire, so tight, almost pained, in her arousal. The night air had turned cool and a slight breeze caressed her swollen skin as if ghostly fingers toyed with the sensitive peaks.
Between her legs, Simon feasted on her pussy. Suckling and lapping at her as if she was the most delicious dessert he’d ever tasted. The sounds of him supping at her body were luscious and erotic and she never wanted it to end, but at the same time she wanted him to finish her.
Every time she reached for her orgasm he backed off only to begin again once her body had retreated from the ledge. She desperately needed a release. Her body quivered with need and she knew she’d be sore tomorrow simply from the control she had to exert over herself to obey him. The contradiction was lost on Gwen in her sexual haze. All she knew was Simon, his tongue in her body, his hands on her skin, his commands that she must obey.
Suddenly, Simon reared up between her legs. He yanked her up and turned her around so that she faced the table.
"Hands on the table," he growled in her ear in a voice grown guttural and deep. "I’m going to fuck you now, Gwen, but you still don’t have permission to move or to speak."
She heard the sound of a zipper opening behind her. The thought flashed across her mind that she was mostly naked and being ravished by Simon who was still fully dressed before rough hands pushed her skirt up around her hips. Simon’s hands were warm and callous roughened as he massaged and squeezed her buttocks. She was startled by warm lips and a sharp nip on first one buttock then the other. She almost jumped, but managed to remain still.
Simon chuckled, "Good girl. My god, Gwen, you’re unbelievable."
Satisfaction at pleasing him flooded through her at his words, but all thought flew from her mind when he thrust his fingers deeply into her channel. A long, deep, drawn out moan of pleasure escaped Gwen without her realizing it.
"Like that do you?"
She didn’t dare respond, not even to nod her head. She heard him chuckle with pleasure.
"Very good, Sweetheart. Very good."
Simon’s fingers moved in and out of her slowly, languorously as if there were nothing else he wanted to do except finger her pussy. Her pussy dripped with cream and she felt it trickling down her thighs. She wanted desperately for Simon to fill her with his cock. She needed his hardness thrusting into her and taking her to completion.
She moaned and whimpered her need to him, but he just continued to finger her pussy. His fingers were large and strong, but she needed more. She clenched around his fingers involuntarily as tension grew in her body. With each thrust he touched something inside her that she’d never felt before. Each stroke zinged through her like the scrape of a match on flint. Sparks flew, but the flame stayed just out of reach.
Just when she thought she could stand no more, she heard the distinctive rip and roll of a condom being applied. For the barest instant, Gwen felt the slick coolness of the latex puddle at her entrance before Simon thrust himself fully into her.
Gwen groaned deeply. It was an almost animal sound of pleasure, pain and need. Simon stretched her fully. He felt long and wide and too big for her unused pussy. He never relented. He pushed deep and held himself there as she slowly stretched to accommodate him.
He soothed her with gentle hands that roamed and massaged her body all the while murmuring nonsense words of comfort to her. His touch soon turned heated, however, as if he couldn’t help himself. He was still much too big for her, but rather than soothe, his touch once again only inflamed her need.
He palmed and massaged her breasts with an urgency heretofore unseen in him. He toyed with her nipples, pinching and tugging on them repeatedly so that it was if he plucked the stings of pleasure that connected her nipples to her clitoris. The tension in her body was growing tighter and tighter. She couldn’t relax. He allowed her no release, no pause from the tidal wave of pleasure he was building in her body.
"Gwen." Simon groaned her name, "You are so fucking tight." He ground his hips into her as he spoke.
She felt the silky sac of his balls rubbing against the tender skin of her thighs. The hair on his legs and groin was soft and gently abraded her ass as he pressed into her.
Finally, Simon pulled out to the tip and teased her with small, thrusts as he slowly, so slowly pressed his cock back inside of her. Again, he pulled out to the tip and again he played and dallied as he thrust inside of her.
Simon ravaged her pussy in slow, gentle strokes. He played in her hole, dallied in her cream. He slow-fucked her as if only his cock and her pussy had any value, any meaning in the universe. He owned her pussy, branding her as surely as if he’d touched her with red hot iron.
She quivered with the need to join in his play. Her body pulsed and thrummed with ecstasy. Every cell, every heartbeat, every breath was saturated with Simon’s possession and she felt as if she’d explode if he didn’t allow her release.
"You want to move don’t you," Simon whispered behind her.
Gwen didn’t respond she wasn’t sure if his question represented permission.
"You may answer me," he took her shoulder in his teeth and bit down. Gwen shuddered in pleasure as the pain he caused magnified the pleasure in every other part of her body.
"Yes, yes. Please." Her fingers dug into the table as she struggled now to maintain her stillness.
Simon didn’t answer her immediately. He pulled his cock out to the tip and held it there pumping just the head into her is short, rapid thrusts. For long moments, he teased her before saying, "Do whatever you want to, sweetheart."
Gwen exploded. She impaled herself on his cock over and over in hard, deep motions. Her breasts bounced violently and her head jerked and lolled as she pounded against him.
Simon grabbed her hips and joined the ride. He pounded into her over and over. She grunted and moaned as he rode her hard. Simon pounded relentlessly into her never letting up, never abating. Each thrust pushed Gwen further and further to the edge of an ecstasy she was sure she’d never experienced before.
His cock was her world in that moment. The velvet steel filled her completely, pounded her relentlessly and she knew utter joy as he did so. Her orgasm spiraled in on her closer and closer, but just out of reach. Gwen was panting so hard her vision dimmed from the lack of oxygen. She whimpered in a wordless plea for release.
Just then Simon squeezed her nipple and smacked her swollen, protruding clitoris hard. The sting sent shockwaves through her pussy and tipped her over the edge into mindless pleasure. Gwen twisted and writhed as ecstasy assaulted every cell she possessed. Shrieks of pleasure assaulted her ears and she only dimly realized it was her screaming as waves of pleasure broke across her.
Behind her, Simon pressed deep into her convulsing pussy as he shouted his own releas
e. His cock shuddered and jerked deep inside her and he ground into her as if he couldn’t get deep enough before he finally collapsed across her back. His breathing was as harsh and ragged as her own and Gwen took some small comfort in that fact.
Slowly, Gwen came back to herself. Simon still sprawled across her and his weight was comforting. His cock slipped wetly from her body leaving a trail of her cream down her thigh where it rested. Simon began to press gentle kisses to her neck and back. He stroked her skin, but she was too sensitized to bear it and she whimpered.
"Shhh, baby. It’s okay," he whispered. "Just flow with it, you’ll come down soon."
Gwen wasn’t sure he referred to. She only knew that her body felt sensitized as if each nerve ending had been exposed.
Deep in the night a car horn blared. The sensual fog Gwen was in shattered and reality flooded back in. She stiffened under Simon as humiliation and self-disgust flooded her. What was she doing? She had just proven Paul right. She was nothing more than a slut. A depraved pervert. She had to get out of here. She couldn’t bear to look at Simon.
Simon felt the change, but mistook it for discomfort from his weight.
"Am I too heavy?" he levered himself up off of her.
Gwen refused to look at Simon as she yanked her skirt down and quickly retied her top. She looked around wildly for her panties, but couldn’t find them in the shadows. Never mind, she didn’t need them.
"Gwen," Simon grasped her hand and she’d turned toward the house. "What’s wrong?"
She pulled out of his grasp, still refusing to look at him. "I have to go."
"Why?" confusion resonated in his voice.
"Just, please, let me go," she couldn’t keep the shame and humiliation out of her voice.
"Gwen, talk to me," his voice was gentle and firm. He clearly expected an answer, but she resisted her need to obey him.
"No, I’m leaving. Please just leave me alone."
Simon reached for her again, but this time Gwen was faster. She turned and fled.
Chapter 4
Plaster flew as Simon’s fist connected with the wall in his hotel room. It felt good to finally release some of his frustration. It had been three weeks since Gwen had run away from him. Three weeks in which he hadn’t been able to talk to her, see her or communicate with her in any way.
He still had no idea why she had run out on him. He’d chased after her, but she hadn’t gone home, she’d gotten in her car and driven off. He’d waited for her for hours, but she hadn’t come home that night or either of the next two.
He’d gone by her shop, Beads N’More, but her assistant had informed him she’d taken a few days off. Stymied at every turn, Simon had been forced to back off when his own business had taken him to California and now London where he was currently vandalizing perfectly respectable hotel rooms.
The movie based on Simon’s video game, Trinity, and its companion novel written by his best friend, Adon Taylor, had just launched. Simon and Adon had been required to attend both the Hollywood and London premiers with a stop in between at E3, the Electronic Entertainment Expo for the release of Trinity IV.
It was always good to be with Adon and his wife, Marlie. Adon was one of the few people he could relate to honestly and without reservation. This time had been hard though. Adon and Marlie had been married for three years now and were expecting their first child. They’d announced the news at dinner that first week.
Simon was thrilled for them, but it called into stark relief how lonely he was. They were a great couple affectionate and communicative despite a significant age difference. Marlie was 10 years older than Adon and she’d had a difficult time in the beginning adjusting to it. Adon and Simon had helped her get over her resistance with a very pleasurable afternoon just before Adon and Simon had graduated from college where Marlie had been their English professor.
Adon had fallen hard for the saucy little professor and he’d not taken no for an answer when she’d thrown up roadblocks to their relationship. Simon had thought the relationship had finally succumbed to their differences when Adon had shown up on his doorstep about two years in, bags in hand, needing a place to crash.
Much to Simon’s surprise, Adon had walked out on Marlie because she refused to marry him citing their age difference. Marlie was convinced that Adon would wake up one day and realize he needed someone much younger than her. She also thought he’d want kids and she was too old for babies.
Adon had told her in no uncertain terms that if she didn’t know how he felt about her after two years of living together then she was just being obtuse. As for kids, he’d gone on, if they were blessed so be it, if not then he knew of worse things than spending your life with a woman you adored. He’d further gone on to let her know she was acting like an immature child because she was just scared and being a coward because of it. He’d packed and left and told her to find him at Simon’s when she grew up.
It had taken two days, but Marlie had come knocking on his door dressed in one of those erotic school girl outfits with a dunce cap on her head. Simon had taken one look, burst out laughing, and promptly checked himself into a hotel room for the weekend. They’d been married two months later.
He loved them both dearly, but being around them right now was a slap in the face, when the woman that he knew was his had knocked him flat like a condemned house. He was frustrated and cranky at feeling so helpless.
After Gwen's assistant had shut him down, Simon had gone to Gwen’s website and gotten her email address. She wrote a helpful tips column about crafting bead jewelry and her email address was posted for her readers.
He’d begun an email campaign to get her to talk to him. He’d emailed her several times a week for the last three weeks only to hit a blank wall. She hadn’t responded to even one. For all he knew, she’d blocked his email address and his messages were just going out into the ether.
At first, his emails had been pleas for Gwen to talk to him. He all but begged for her to let him know why she had run away from him. He’d told her much he wanted to get to know her, how much that night had pleased him, but he’d gotten no where. Over time, his email had morphed, without him really being aware of it.
Adon and Marlie always invited him to spend time with them, but he was too raw after Gwen’s rejection. Ironically, he found himself writing Gwen and sharing his thoughts and observations on his experiences with the Hollywood celebrities and the gaming junkies at E3.
The night he’d spent with her had been … peaceful. He’d felt at peace in a way he hadn’t since he was a child. Talking to her had been natural and he’d found himself opening up and sharing things with her that he normally only talked with Adon about. The sex had been mind blowing, but it was the conversation he thought about most. Talking with Gwen had been one of the most intimate experiences of his life and he wanted more. He wanted her.
Simon had sent his last email tonight though. He couldn’t go on with no response from Gwen. He’d exposed himself and poured his heart out to her and he’d gotten nothing. Only the fact that six months of code for his next video game, something completely outside the Trinity franchise, resided on his hard drive had kept his fist in the wall rather than the laptop.
The offending machine sat on the hotel desk staring at him mockingly. Every time he sat down he hoped for an email from Gwen and every time his email was from everyone but her. Tonight had been no different. He was heart sore over it, but she’d made herself very clear.
Simon sat down at the desk to shut down the laptop. He bumped the mouse when he sat down and the screensaver evaporated. A small envelope icon flashed in the system tray. He had new email. His heart leapt in his chest just as it had done every other time, but he no longer expected an email reply from Gwen.
Simon maximized his email client and steeled himself for disappointment.
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She was an idiot. She shouldn’t have responded, but his last email had been so sincere, she felt compelled. She’d almost ans
wered so many times. She felt so bad about running away from him and he’d been so confused.
She couldn’t blame him. She was too. When she’d run, she’d only thought to get as far away from Simon as she could. She gotten in her car and headed to her parents' house. When she’d shown up they’d welcomed her, no questions asked, just as she’d known they would. Her Dad had hugged her and told her that as long as she was promising that she hadn’t been hurt in anyway, he wouldn’t pry. She’d promised. It was true after all. No one had hurt her, she’d destroyed herself.
She hidden in the comfort and love of her parents for two days before she had the courage to go back home. Her father had collected Monster for her after she’d come home and Monster had been spoiled and coddled by her mother. He was even more rotten now, but Simon had been right and she was working on how she interacted with him. He listened more often than not.
Relief had warred with disappointment when she’d returned and Simon had been gone. She had steeled herself for a confrontation with Simon. They were neighbors after all and she wasn’t going to be able to avoid him forever, but he’d been gone and hadn’t come back.
She could tell he was just traveling because his Jeep was still parked in his usual spot, but no one was home. Given that she was off the hook, for an undetermined amount of time, Gwen had just tried to return to her normal life. She shouldn’t have bothered.
Nothing would ever be the same now. She couldn’t stop thinking about Simon or their night together. He’d been so easy to talk to and she’d felt strangely close to him, as if he wasn’t holding anything back. It had made it easy to reciprocate with the same level of openness.
That was probably why she’d succumbed when he touched her. Her guard was down. She hadn’t been worried about her darker tendencies getting the better of her. She’d been a fool. No sooner had she dropped her guard then she’d proven to be nothing more than a depraved slut.
Tears flooded Gwen’s eyes as she thought about what she’d allowed herself to do. It had been three years since she’d allowed any man to touch her. After her disastrous relationship with Paul, she hadn’t been willing to risk herself again.
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