The Stand Off

by Z. Stefani

  “You’re more than inexperienced, you’re still a virgin.”

  She narrowed her eyes before she spoke, “That’s irrelevant.”

  “No it’s not, not for what I have planned for you.”

  Without warning, he grabbed her by the back of her neck and pulled her in for a kiss. She clutched the wine bottle tightly when he thrust his tongue into her mouth. The pressure from his lips and the taste of his mouth were spinning a web around her brain. She could feel the room float around her as his lips gently assaulted her. She sighed into his mouth as she began to feel the heat rise within her. He was increasing the pressure, wanting more of her, and she could not resist. She put her free hand to his chest with the intention of pushing him back but found that she’d grabbed the front of his shirt to get closer to him instead. Suddenly, she felt an overwhelming desire to be very close to him, she wanted every inch of her body to be touching his. Before she had a chance to think, she began to kiss him back. It was a real reaction to a progressively intense situation; there was no hesitation and no thought, she felt only a deep primal instinct. She threw her arms around his neck, forgetting all about the wine bottle in her hand. She was deep in their frenzied kiss when she heard the bottle smash against the floor.

  She pulled back to see the broken bottle and the wine soaking into the dusty rug. It was at that moment that reality came crashing back to her.

  “If you don’t stop now, you will be giving the man your virginity as well as The Music Hall. He’ll have everything, while you’re left with nothing but regret,” she warned herself.

  She looked back up at the man who was intent on destroying her dreams and felt a level of inner turmoil that she’d never experienced before. She wanted to scream at the top of her lungs and pinch the hell out of her legs. She wanted him so fucking bad. “Why did it have to be like this?”

  It wasn’t fair.

  She quickly jumped off the couch, looking at the broken bottle as she stepped back.

  “Careful,” he warned her as he stood up.

  “We should clean it up,” she said absently.

  “Later.”

  He stepped over the broken bottle, grabbed her hand, and led her away from the glass. He towered over her and she suddenly felt a bit vulnerable. His tall, muscular body and his scent were playing havoc on her senses. If she didn’t stop this now, there would be no stopping it later.

  “We can’t do this,” her voice was laced with the truth, and he knew that she did not mean it.

  “Why not?” he asked.

  He looked at her for a moment; her beautiful face expressed what she was really feeling. He knew that she wanted him as much as he wanted her. He also knew by the set of her jaw and the look in her eye that she was at war with herself again.

  “I just can’t.” She turned her head and closed her eyes.

  “You keep saying that but we both know that you don’t mean it. You need to stop thinking so much and just go with what you feel.”

  “I can’t stop thinking about it no matter how hard I try. By this time tomorrow, The Music Hall will be gone… and all that I can think about is having sex with the man who is going to destroy it,” she explained her dilemma.

  “What if there was no building, no wrecking ball, no property dispute, no deal, and no standoff. What if I’d met you under normal circumstances? What if… instead of arguments in offices, we’d gone on dates? Would you still say no?”

  She looked at him for a moment, before she answered, “I wish it could have been like that.”

  “Then let’s pretend that it is.”

  She wished that she could; she would love to pretend that everything was normal. She would love nothing more than to be free to like him with no guilt. She wanted to do what was in her heart, but her brain wouldn’t allow her to forget. How could she? The music hall was a huge part of her life. She needed to end this madness before she did something she would never forgive herself for. He was taking too much from her already.

  “What a cruel twist of fate,” she thought.

  She’d spent years alone and wondered if that was just her fate. For years she wondered if she would ever find someone who could make her feel something… anything. Now she’d found the elusive prince charming, she’d found the one and only man who could make her feel the very thing she’d thought was lost to her. Unfortunately, this Prince Charming rode in on a wrecking ball with a mission to destroy her dreams as well as capture her heart. She wanted him badly, her whole body was begging for him, but she could not allow it.

  “This ends now, Lux!” She commanded herself.

  “Okay, I have to put the cuffs back on you. I mean I don’t have to tie you up or anything, but I do have to cuff you,” she said in a desperate tone.

  “Do you think that cuffing me will stop the way that you feel?”

  “Please,” she pleaded.

  “Okay.” He nodded, turned around, and crossed his wrists behind him.

  The moment she wrapped her fingers around his wrist, he grabbed her hand and spun around to face her. He quickly over powered her and put her hands behind her back. The moment he snapped one of the cuffs around her wrist, she shoved him with her free hand and tried to run. She’d barely made it across the room before he grabbed her by the back of her shirt and pulled her to him. She slapped at him for a moment before he seized her other arm and quickly cuffed her wrists behind her back.

  “No! You promised!” she yelled.

  “Why would you trust the man that you abducted?” he smirked as he picked her up and carried her to the other couch. He sat down on the black blanket they’d spread across it earlier and held her on his lap.

  “Un-cuff me right now!” she yelled as she managed to slide down from his lap and tried to scoot away.

  “No,” he pulled her close to him, resuming the position they were in before she dropped the bottle and her brain took over.

  “You can’t keep me like this; it’s not right.”

  “Says the girl who kept me tied up all day,” he reminded her.

  “I had a reason; I was trying to prevent you from tearing down the music hall.”

  “I want to finish that kiss,” it was a subtle demand.

  “I thought you didn’t like kissing.”

  “I didn’t; but I like kissing you.”

  “No more kissing,” she whispered back although her mouth was parted and ready for his.

  “No?” he lightly kissed her lips, “I can’t kiss you?”

  “No,” she answered as her lips twitched in anticipation.

  “Just one small kiss?” he raised his brow and lightly kissed her again before pulling back.

  “Just one,” she answered as she leaned into the kiss.

  She pushed her lips against his longer then she’d planned. She could not resist the cushiony feel and wanted to press harder. Instead, she pulled back and tried to steady her breathing.

  “One more,” he whispered as he leaned his head closer.

  She shook her head as if to say no but instead said, “This is the last one.”

  “Okay,” he grinned before he pressed his lips against hers. He was gentle for a moment, softly urging her to open up. The moment she parted her lips, he thrust his tongue into her mouth. He grabbed the back of her head and held her tightly as he deepened the kiss. He grabbed her waist with his other hand and pulled her closer to him. He needed to feel her skin so he slid his hand under the bottom of her tank top. He ran his hand across her belly and then up to cup her breast.

  She could feel the heat from his hand below the fabric of her bra. The material did little to protect her breast when he slid his fingers across her nipple.

  “Wait,” she said in a breathy voice. She tried to pull away from him, but she was limited with her hands behind her back. She felt defenseless, but the fear it brought was not from being immobilized, it was from the stimulation rushing through her body at rapid speed. She was not prepared for this, but she was no more prepared for
him to stop. “Slow down.”

  He could see the uncertainty in her eyes. She didn’t want him to stop, she was just nervous because she was in unfamiliar territory.

  “You’ve never gone this far?” he asked as he slid the cup of her bra below her breast.

  “No,” she answered, suddenly feeling like an inexperienced prude. “I’ve never felt the urge.”

  “No one’s ever done this,” he asked as he slid his thumb across her bare nipple.

  She gasped deeply and shook her head before she answered, “Definitely not.”

  He slid his hand back down her belly and then slipped it up her skirt, “What about here?”

  “Wait…wait,” she objected. It felt as if her vaginal lips were opening on their own accord, trying to invite his fingers in.

  “No more waiting.” He grabbed the back of her head to restart their kiss but she resisted.

  She closed her lips to ward off his invasive tongue and clenched her thighs to stop his intrusive fingers from traveling further. She tried to turn her head to the side, he wouldn’t allow it.

  He pulled back just enough to whisper against her lips, “Open up or I’ll bite.”

  When she didn’t comply, he lightly bit her bottom lip as he reached back up and pinched her nipple. The feeling set off a storm inside of her and she felt her body begin to shake. His kiss was too powerful to deny and she ultimately opened her mouth to accept him. She kissed him back, loving the aggressive way he possessed her mouth.

  She moaned lightly into his mouth and the vibration against his tongue mixed with her submissive sound evoked his lust to a degree he’d never experienced. He pulled his hand from under her shirt and slid it up her arm. He grabbed both straps of her tank top and slowly slid them down her shoulders as he continued kissing her. He needed to feel her skin and he wanted her shirt off immediately. Refusing to take the time to remove it, he blindly grabbed the neckline and yanked the material until it ripped down the front. He slid the fabric back from her body and it fell to gather above her cuffed wrists.

  He finally broke there kiss and pulled back to look at her. Her lips were swelled from the pressure of his kiss and her eyes were hazed in lust. He slid his fingers under the straps of her black bra and pulled them down to reveal her breasts.

  He groaned at the sight of her but needed to see more. He grabbed both cups of her bra and roughly yanked them apart. The thin strap that held the cups together separated like tissue paper and her breasts bounced as they were freed. He growled in admiration as his cock jutted towards her.

  She suddenly felt very self-conscious under the scrutiny and tried to twist her body away from his intense stare.

  “Wait! Turn the light off,” she said with an innocence that made his lust addled mind slow down a notch while forcing his erection to pump up.

  “Why would I do that? I would make the light brighter if I could. I want to see you completely nude in the brightest of lights. I want to examine every inch of you and I want to see every mark on your body.” He ran his hand down the side of her breast as he bent his head to kiss the center of her chest.

  “At least un-cuff my hands.”

  He grabbed her in his arms and rose from the couch. He put her on her feet, grabbed the key off the coffee table and then turned her around. He unlocked the handcuffs and stood back to see what she would do. Once her hands were free, she covered her breasts with her arms and turned to face him. He grabbed her arms and slowly pulled them down to her sides.

  “You should never hide yourself from me,” he commanded as he pulled her closer.

  He bent down to kiss her lips and was surprised when she slid her arms around his neck. He picked her up and held her close as he continued to kiss her.

  She wrapped her legs around his waist as she kissed him back. He put his hand under her butt for support as he carried her over to the inflatable mattress. She could feel every line in his hand, rubbing against her ass. She began to squirm against it and was rewarded when he slid the tip of his finger across the slit of her pussy. She moaned into their kiss as she moved her sex against his skilled fingers.

  He hunched down next to the mattress and then carefully laid her on top of it. He sat on the edge next to her; his weight flattened the mattress and forced her to slide closer to him. With one of his hands planted on the side of her head and the other grabbing her chin, he leaned over her to continue their kiss. He slid his hand from her chin down her neck to the front of her bare chest.

  Caught in the moment, she slid her hands down the back of his neck. She tried to stretch the neckline wider so she could feel more of his skin. She felt an urgent need to feel his flesh against hers. As if reading her mind, he pulled back from her, yanked open the front of his shirt, pulled it off and tossed it to the floor. He grabbed the waist of her skirt and began to pull it down.

  “No!” she grabbed her skirt and attempted to pull it back in place. Now was not the time for this, she did not want to see that scar. She didn’t even want to think about it.

  “Stop it; let me see.” He kissed her hand as he tried to pry it from the material.

  “Only if you turn off the light.”

  “No; I want to see you.” He pulled her skirt half way down her hips as she sat up and pulled away from him.

  “Wait,” she put one hand up to ward him off while she covered the front of her hip with the other.

  As quickly as she’d moved, she still wasn’t fast enough. He’d clearly seen what she’d been trying to hide.

  “Is this why you want the lights off so badly?” he asked as he brushed her hand away from the scar on the front of her hip.

  “I hate looking at it; it brings back bad memories. I don’t want anyone else to see it because then I’d have to explain.”

  “No, you don’t have to explain anything to anyone,” he said, feeling fiercely protective as he bent to kiss the scar. “But I don’t want you to hide it from me. It’s a part of you, and I want to see every part of you. I want to see all of your scars; inside and out.”

  He slid his hands down her hips and grabbed her skirt again. This time he successfully removed it. When he pulled back to look at her, he was shocked to see that her thighs sported several small bruises in various stages of healing. He looked up at her as Pixie’s word’s replayed in his mind.

  “On the back porch with a fresh set of pinch marks, I’m sure,” Pixie had said and now it made sense to him.

  “What happened?” he demanded.

  She took a deep breath and then blatantly lied, “I fell.”

  “No you didn’t,” he objected as he ran his hand over her thigh. He grabbed her black, cotton panties, and pulled them from her body. He spread her legs as he moved between them and grunted as he bent down to kiss the inside of her thigh, dangerously close to her pussy. He traveled back up her body to kiss her lips.

  She wrapped her arms around his neck and pushed her body against his as she inhaled his scent. He broke their kiss and pulled back far enough to slide his finger across her bottom lip. He gently eased his forefinger between her lips and then into her mouth as he kissed the side of her face.

  He ran his finger across her tongue for a moment before she instinctively sucked it deeper into her mouth. He grunted and pushed his covered erection against her bare pussy, crushing her lips. He watched her for a moment before he pulled his finger out of her mouth and then slipped it across her left nipple. He circled it thrice before lightly kissing the tip. He grabbed her breast in his hand and grazed his teeth across her nipple before sucking it into his mouth.

  She arched her back and inhaled deeply as he bathed her nipple with his tongue. She ran her fingers through his hair and clutched the back of his head as he began to nip at just the tip. He let go of her breast to slide his hand down her belly and released her nipple from his mouth to kiss a trail down to her navel. He circled his tongue inside of the dip before moving down her body to rest his head between her legs. He planted an open mouthed kiss on th
e skin above her pussy.

  She rose up on her elbows and looked at him with hesitation written all over her face. He smiled to himself as it dawned on him that she’d never received oral sex. She was in for a mighty big surprise.

  “I’m going to kiss you here,” he explained as he lightly pinched her lips.

  She couldn’t speak at first as his words registered through her brain. She could feel his breath against her spread sex and her whole body began to quiver. She was shaking in anticipation for something she knew little about.

  “It seems so personal,” she whispered as she slid her hand to cover her sex.

  “It is.”

  He moved her hand out of the way, and she gasped hard when he kissed her clit. He ran his tongue down the crease between her lip and the side of her clit. She clenched her toes and the muscles in her thighs jerked as he slowly trailed his tongue around the tight nub. He was taking great care to not touch it directly.