‘Something the matter?’ I ask, slipping my arms around his waist.
‘It’s nothing,’ he says, but before he can leave it at that he blurts, ‘My girlfriend broke up with me in a fucking email.’
I’m not sure how to react. Maybe this whole thing is wrong now. ‘She dumped you? Poor baby.’
‘It was so cold. Like something a dude would do.’ He’s flashing me a brooding pout, attempting to look pitiful. ‘And I was just about to tell her that I’d met this amazing woman, you know, and cut her loose.’ His hands are sliding over my ass and squeezing softly.
I’m smiling also; feeling reassured that all my effort hasn’t been for naught. For a second I thought that he was going to do the right thing and end it with me. I thought that maybe he’d been struck with such a guilty conscience that it wasn’t going to be necessary to have my fun with him. But no, Jared is as sleazy as ever and primed to get knocked right on his ass.
The ride up to his apartment is long enough for me to start moving things into place. There’s another man, older, who’s joining us for 20 floors, but it’s no matter to me. I stand on my tiptoes to bite softly on Jared’s cleft chin before trailing my tongue along his jaw. ‘Wait until you see what I have planned for us,’ I purr, inches from his supple lips.
He sucks in a bit of the air between us and smiles back at the carrot I’ve just dangled before him. ‘What you have planned, huh? Do you have some surprises in this bag of yours?’ He shakes the large Louis Vuitton duffle I got as a gift from project number four.
I ease my hand up his thigh and take hold of his cock. ‘You just keep holding onto that for me and I’ll keep holding onto this.’
The bell dings, none too soon for the poor gentleman behind us. Still, he’s unable to keep from staring as the closing doors conceal my fingers now slipping into Jared’s fly.
Soon enough, Jared is hurriedly leading me down the hall to his place. I ask him for the key at the door. It’s a little tradition I started a few times back. As I turn the lock, I feel a slow, familiar rumble start to build and I take one more look at his unsuspecting face before inviting him into my world.
Inside I’m not surprised to see that he lives in a well-outfitted man cave, designed to impress both sexes with the expensive furniture and superior electronics. He’s hoping that I will say something about it. Even in his semi-aroused state, he wants to hear how much I dig his taste for the finer things. It’s the first of many times I will leave him wanting tonight.
I simply look for the bedroom. Silently, I undress, peeling off my baby-t and short-shorts to stand in front of him with my tits spilling out of the black latex corset I’m wearing underneath. There are no matching panties, only the meticulous V-shaped strip of black against my caramel skin. He’s speechless, yet I ask him to tell me what he thinks.
‘Jared, don’t just stand there with your mouth open. Say something or you’ll hurt my feelings,’ I whine in the sugary way he likes.
‘So sexy,’ he utters, with the words husky in his throat and then takes a few steps closer.
‘Stop. I’m not ready for you yet,’ I spit, sounding as serious as he’s ever heard me. ‘All you have to do is undress and wait on the edge of the bed like a good little boy.’ It tickles me to know that no one has ever spoken to him that way before. But just as I suspect, he takes his proper position.
He’s nearly panting when I bend over and give him a nice long look at my ass and a mercilessly quick peek at the prize he can’t wait to have. From my bag, I pull out the shiny platform ankle boots I’ve packed for the occasion. Dangling them by their six-inch spiked stainless heels, I stroll over and look him straight in his lustful eyes. ‘Spread your legs, you fucker.’
He looks shocked, and I purse my lips into a pouty smile. ‘I asked you to spread ... your ... legs.’ This time he does. I toss him a boot and expect him to have it prepared for my foot that’s coming quickly behind. He’s good with his hands and my pointed toes find the patented leather sheath with ease while he attempts to caress my calf. Frowning, I press my toe against his balls, just enough to make him jump. ‘You’ll do everything I ask, and nothing more. And if you behave yourself, then maybe I’ll give you something you’ve asked for.’
‘Maybe?’ he repeats, letting his hand slide to my ankle.
‘That’s the way it’s going to be.’ My eyebrow is arched in silent demand for his compliance. He swiftly zips the closure on my boot and I hand him the next.
Fully outfitted, I return to the bag and retrieve a long flexible dildo. It’s my favourite one; clear with a miniature rose moulded into the middle. From the bed, he reaches for my hand. Without hesitation, I snatch it away and slide into his lap on my terms. Spreading my bent legs and digging my heels into his mattress has his cock wedged firmly against my entry. He’s so very close to it and thrusts his hips, feeling his way.
But I reach up to grab his neck behind me. ‘It’s not your turn yet,’ I whisper and place the dildo into his hand.
He grunts in defiance and I can feel his cock reflexively rise in response to my slow gyrations.
‘If I think for one minute that you’re giving me any shit, I’ll walk right out of here, do you understand?’
‘Noemi, what the fu–’
I’m already placing my feet onto the floor in preparation to stand. But Jared gets the picture, clipping me under the knee with one hand, then sliding the contoured shaft past his rigid cock and into my cunt with the other. In the mirror over his chest of drawers, I can see him dutifully stroking me with it while his engorged member is relegated to rub against my swollen lips in vain. His face has the mark of focused determination for his task, hoping that his good work will procure rich rewards.
The dildo is my favourite for a reason and he seems to know how to manage it perfectly. Nearing climax, I decide to replace the toy with his neglected cock and let my walls wrap around him like a silk fist. I’m filled with his warmth and feel complete for a fleeting moment, like a memory revisited. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt the rippled texture of a cock so perfectly formed.
Jared is a specimen rivalling any I’ve had. His face – impeccably groomed. His physique – religiously trained into a landscape of lean muscle. And his skin is smooth like rich molasses and I know that almost any woman would love to have a piece of him. Though I intend to leave with more than my fair share of Jared tonight, right now, my head is spinning, and I simply allow myself to get lost in the bliss of my orgasm.
But Jared has grabbed my hips and is thrusting his cock into me, attempting to take on his usual dominant role. I will have none of that and quickly pop off his lap.
‘Let’s do something different.’ I make the terse suggestion sound more like a command.
‘I just want to fuck you,’ he says with a hint of desperation, stroking himself in the absence of my pleasure.
Pressing my lips to his ear, I make my case in a more diplomatic way. ‘But we have all night, my sweet, and I want it to be special ... memorable.’ He’s looking interested and I produce a few leather cuffs and a strap from my bag. ‘I want to tie you up.’ Making a show of searching for a suitable spot, I finally announce that the shower will work perfectly.
There in his custom-tiled, marble bathroom, he allows me to fasten his wrists to the nickel showerhead. The condescending smirk of someone who knows not what he’s gotten himself into mocks me from his full lips. But when I drop in front of him and drag my tongue over the head of his penis, his expression turns concentrated once more.
I lick him with the subtlety of a predator stalking her prey – slow, soft and barely detectable. He looks down on his cock disappearing into my mouth and is reduced to willing himself the pleasure promised by the sight. The contradiction to his senses is making him tremble.
I grab his legs with the strength of intention and he grins, feeling sure that I will plunge his aching cock into my open mouth and suck him hard and deep. He is certain, until my mouth only softly encas
es his shaft with a languid caress, topped off with a lazy circle of my tongue on the head. I can’t help but giggle at his helpless moans, which only encourage me to tease him further still.
He’s beginning to beg now.
‘Noemi, please.’ It’s a breathless whisper, and it’s a good start.
He’ll be rewarded for this with a real slurp of his long dick that sends visible shivers through his body. He’s grateful, but has he learnt? I can tell that he wants to rock his hips toward my mouth, but the slightest hint of movement makes me halt my next pass. Quickly, he becomes still and I grace him with a tight suck of his entire cock.
‘That’s it,’ I praise, before taking him into my mouth again. And when he seems to have mastered the ability to play by my rules, I decide to change them.
I’ve stashed some lube on the floor next to me and slather my finger with it. Again, I use my extended tongue to toy with his cock and then position my slippery finger between his firm cheeks.
‘Hey,’ he snaps, surprised to feel it pressed against the tight ring of muscle there.
But I don’t really need to explain. As I add pressure to his hole, my mouth engulfs his cock and it doesn’t take long for him to discover that the further my finger penetrates, the harder and deeper I suck. Though I’m positive he’s never experienced anal pleasure before, that doesn’t stop him from announcing how good it feels with a stream of rumbling sighs.
My index finger is busy lavishing his virginal cavern with tender sweeps and for good measure, I add another, stretching him gently and enjoying the gruff pleasure-filled moan he emits in response. I reward his enthusiasm gainfully with a steady pace on his cock, sensing the sharp surges on my tongue that warn of his impending release.
And it will not do to give him that release. Not yet. And so I stop, again, and turn on the shower.
‘Goddamn it, Noemi! Why are you torturing me like this?’ he shouts and tries without success to free himself from the showerhead now soaking his chocolate skin with a relentless spray.
The question doesn’t deserve an answer. Instead, I select another dildo from my bag and a studded harness. I don’t give him a chance to see it. Let it be a surprise , I think as I place the lubricated shaft into position and admire the specialised shape for its intended purpose.
He’s making repeated attempts to squirm away from me, struggling to see what I’m up to. A sharp whack on his ass with my open palm and a warning, ‘Be still!’ surprises him enough to make him freeze briefly in place. It’s plenty of time to square myself behind him and the six inches added by my platform stilettos provide me the ideal alignment. After all, I’ve become something of an expert.
Placing a delicate hand on his shoulder for a bit of leverage, I watch the oval end slip between his cheeks. It’s a manageable size, small enough to glide easily inside him, yet large enough for him to feel it. As it enters, I reach my other hand around and take hold of his cock. I can tell he’s confused – conflicted by the sensations he’s feeling as my slow, rolling strokes in his ass match the passes of my tight fist. He doesn’t want to enjoy it, but I’m pressing the internal pleasure button he had no idea was there and the feeling is too powerful to contest. No, only delirious moans are echoing off the tile and his need to come is as strong as my grip on his dick.
Then like music to my ears, ‘Oh, please.’
‘Please what?’ I breathe, breaking my stride.
‘Please, Noemi. Don’t stop.’
‘Do you want to come?’ I asked, sliding into him again.
‘Yes.’
‘Ask me properly.’
‘Please make me come, Noemi.’ His voice is shaky and I increase my tempo when he makes his request. But I soon slow down ... waiting. Jared is a quick learner. ‘Please,’ he says, and my pace quickens.
He knows not to disappoint me again and, from that point, that one word spills off his quivering lips over and over.
WhenI finally bring him to orgasm, the growl he expels is almost frightening. Hot ropes of semen douse the walls and I am determined to see it through to the end with my tool buried deep inside him.
I know he isn’t the same man I met in the club that night. Part of him is mine now, to do with as I please. And like the others, it pleases me to throw it away.
After freeing him from his restraints, he slumps to the floor, exhausted both physically and emotionally. I have to step over him to get out of the shower, leaving him there with hundreds of water droplets glistening against his dark skin.
‘I’ll call you,’ I say passively from the other room, collecting my things and quickly dressing. For fun, I’ll leave my stilettos on, just to give the doorman something to think about. On the way out, I’m imagining Jared still slumped in a confused stupor, overwhelmed and wishing for more. I make a beeline to my car and the heat of the muggy evening hits me like a wall. I feel great, energized. Fittingly, a wry grin spreads across my face as I delete his number from my cellphone with just a few simple taps.
Chapter Three – Pamela
THE AIRPORT IS BUSY, but it’s no distraction for the nagging realisation that my 37th birthday looms in less than 24 hours. Maybe it’s just my state of mind, but I feel old.
What’s she looking at? I wonder silently.
I realise the young woman has caught the glint of my ring as I mindlessly rotate it on my finger. I can’t help but smile. If she knew that the weight of this ring I’m wearing is like a two-tonne elephant, she wouldn’t be so jealous.
‘Mind if I take this seat?’ a man asks me.
Yes. ‘No, not at all.’
He places a brooding teenager in the chair, popping her gum with disdain while he reads the newspaper.
Great.
Travelling always makes me cranky. I hate the noise of the airport, the endless jumble of voices. On the weekends, it’s even worse – with kids running about and all the slack-jawed vacationers returning from some God-awful, all-you-can-eat resort. The whole thing makes me twitch. And today, to top it all off, I will have to endure coach service back to Miami. With my assistant on maternity leave, I’ve had to entrust my travel arrangements to the idiot temp. All flights are booked, so here I wait, with my mood growing more foul by the minute.
I should check in with Lance, I know, but I just don’t feel like it. If I could put a date on the moment our marriage went sour, it was the minute I told him that they’d promoted me to director at my firm. It meant that I would be making more money than him; a lot more. Sure, running the tennis programme at the country club got him lots of second looks across the court from horny housewives, but it didn’t bring in much cash or career credibility. By my third month in the corner office, Lance tried to throw it in my face that he had women waiting in line to be with him. He said that he didn’t feel like I loved him any more – that I never made time for him, never made time for us . Maybe he’s right, and then again, maybe I’m just too tired to think about it.
‘Now boarding rows 23 and up.’ The announcement rouses me from my thoughts.
I should never have worn these pants. Linen – I’m sure to be a wrinkled mess by the time we land. Ahead of me, I notice a rather attractive man checking his ticket. He glances my way but doesn’t look back; another side effect of closing in on middle-age. There was a time when the male attention I received on a daily basis was more than I could stand. Somewhere along the way, I started to spurn their advances, or perhaps I simply took it for granted. Now the part of the conservative, practical attorney has become the only role I seem to remember how to play and lusty eyes don’t pass in my direction any more.
Ah, there he is again. I check the ticket and, as luck would have it, I’m to sit next to that piece of man-candy that caught my eye.
It’s a short flight from Atlanta and the mid-sized jet has us in a row of two. He politely stands to allow me access to the window seat.
‘Excuse me.’ The tight quarters have me scraping by him with a few accidental sweeps against his slim torso. My s
upple curves make it impossible for any other result.
He doesn’t respond, but it’s made my face flush a bit to feel his belt pass against my rear end, and I try to think when the last time was that Lance and I made love. I’m not sure I even remember. Now seated, I retrieve a magazine from my bag and try to relax.
I expect the flight attendant to begin her safety spiel, but she has something else to say instead. ‘I’m sorry to announce a mechanical difficulty with one of the stowage doors below. We expect about a 30-minute delay while the issue is corrected.’ My exasperated sigh is as loud as the rest, but there’s nothing to do but wait.
Next to me, the man has turned on his cellphone and is making a call. So are many others, but me, I still avoid contacting Lance. I’ve left the car at the airport garage and don’t exactly expect him to be waiting on the edge of his seat for me to return anyway.
‘Tell me how you’re doing,’ the man next to me says into the sleek sliver phone. His tone is not particularly soft, but smouldering nonetheless. ‘Very nice. How many times has he called you? 11? My sweet Noemi, you are a goddess, do you know that? One of these days you’ll tell me exactly what you do to these guys.’ The voice on the other line says something that makes him laugh. ‘I was out of town on business, but I’m on my way back ... I know, can I help you celebrate now?’
I’m steadily turning the pages in my magazine and trying not to eavesdrop so obviously. He’s taken one of his long slender fingers and is tracing little circles on his knee, his words becoming more and more colourful as the conversation proceeds.
‘Spread your legs and tell me when you’re ready.’
I can’t help a quick glance in his direction, a reflexive reaction, questioning if I’ve heard correctly.
The man is not daunted. ‘I’m going to take my time to give every inch of you the attention you’re due.’ He smiles at her response and eases back into the seat with his eyes closed. ‘You’ve come to me nude, in your most perfect form, smelling sweet; the scent beckons me. In your presence I feel my senses ignite, making me want to experience your body in every form of the word.’
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