by Carew, Opal
Though as she took the paper bag with the food from his hands, her fingers brushing his, shooting a jolt of pure awareness through him, he wondered if he was wrong about that. If two people were right for each other, why wouldn’t they know it right away? Maybe it was only caution that made people wait to decide they were actually in love.
His jaw clenched. Not that love was an option for him and Marie. Because he’d told Ty he’d give her up. And he didn’t go back on his word.
“What’s that?” Marie asked, gazing at the black plastic bag he still held.
He grinned at the reminder of the special treat he had picked up.
“I’ll tell you after dinner.”
“Oh, a surprise?” She smiled and the delight shining in her eyes sent cascades of warmth washing through him. She walked to the rectangular dining room table and put down the bag of food. “I’ll go get some plates.”
He tucked the black bag in her entrance closet, then followed her into the kitchen. As she closed the cabinet door, he stepped up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, drawing her close to his body. He nuzzled her neck as his hand cupped her soft breast and squeezed. She turned around in his arms and tilted her chin up. He captured her lovely, full lips and kissed her, loving the feel of her soft mouth under his. The tip of her tongue pressed shyly against his lips and he opened, suffered the delightful torture of her delicate strokes inside his mouth, then tightened his grip on her delectable curvy body and drove his tongue deep into her soft depths, devouring her sweetness.
Finally, he released her. She gasped for breath, her eyes wide.
He grinned. “I’m not sure we have time for this. I’m taking you to a movie at eight and it’s…”—he glanced at his watch—“seven now.”
“A movie?” She seemed disappointed. “I thought we’d stay in tonight and—”
He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her in for another kiss. “You are going to a movie. Understand?”
At his authoritative tone, she nodded. Oh God, his pulse quickened as she fell right into the submissive role.
“I asked if you understand.”
“Yes … Master.”
His cock throbbed at the word Master on her delicate lips. He kissed her. Hard and thoroughly.
After they finished eating, he helped her clear the table and carry the dishes and empty food containers into the kitchen.
“I guess we should get ready for the movie now,” she said. “I think I’ll change into my jeans.”
“I have a better idea.” He took her hand and led her into the living room, then smiled. “Take off your underpants.”
Her eyes widened a little, then a grin curled up her lips. She reached under her skirt and fidgeted, then wiggled as she eased the small black garment down her thighs and dropped it to the floor. He held out his hand and she picked the panties up and handed them to him. He closed his fingers around them, feeling the heat of her and … oh God, the slight dampness. His cock twitched.
“Now I want you to sit in the chair.”
She sat in the chair, which formed a ninety-degree angle with the couch.
“Great. Now, draw your skirt up a little and press your knees against the armrests of the chair.”
She tugged her short skirt a little higher and pressed her knees against the armrests as he’d instructed, which essentially opened her legs and gave him a spectacular view of her delightful pussy. She had trimmed the hair to a neat little heart shape.
He nodded and smiled his approval as he sat on the couch and picked up the remote. He turned on the TV and flipped through the channels, occasionally casting his gaze from the screen to her exposed pussy. Each time he looked at her, he couldn’t help but imagine his tongue gliding along her slick passage. As he stared at her, she began to squirm and he was sure he could see glistening moisture from her exposed slit.
“Master, it’s almost eight. Are we leaving for the movie soon?”
“Right now, I’m enjoying the show in front of me.” He smiled and clicked off the TV. “We can always go to a later show. Now, stand up and go to the closet. Bring me the black bag.”
She stood up and retrieved it.
“No peeking,” he said.
She returned and gave him the bag. He reached inside and pulled out a box, then handed it to her.
“What is it?” She took it and stared at the little device visible through the clear plastic window on the box.
“It’s something I want you to wear tonight.” Wear wasn’t the most accurate word. It would actually be embedded inside her.
* * *
Marie glanced at him uncertainly. The thing he presented to her was … well, it was a dildo that was designed for … her back opening. She had never used something like that. Now he was going to command her to use it. Or he’d use it on her.
Of course, she could say no. He’d been very clear about that.
Did she want to say no?
He took the box from her and opened it, then pulled out the black, plastic, roughly conical shaped object with a stem and flat end. He touched the tip, then stroked the length of it. She had a sudden desire to see him take it in his mouth and suck on it. He held it toward her and she licked it, then took it in her mouth, thinking of his big cock. He watched her, clearly thinking the same thing as a bulge formed in his jeans.
He took the dildo from her and dragged it along her cheek, then down the front of her blouse.
“Marie, I want you to go into the bedroom and run your fingers over your pussy. I want you to ensure you are really … really wet.” He dragged the dildo lower, then rested it against her stomach, below her navel. “Then slide this into your pussy and glide it around slowly.”
Oh man, she wanted him to slide it into her right now.
“Get it really slick and wet. Then…”
He grasped her hips and turned her around, then lifted her skirt. He caressed her ass with delightful round strokes. She tingled inside. Then she felt the dildo glide between her cheeks and press lightly against her small, tight opening.
Oh God, was he going to push it in right now? The pressure of the small rounded tip against her puckered opening increased and she sucked in a deep breath, realizing she wanted him to.
“… then I want you to push it in here.”
A shiver rippled through her. She wanted to lean back against it. Take it right now.
But he drew it away and placed it in her hand.
“Then come back out here. Understand?”
“Yes, Master.”
She walked toward the bedroom, the sexy device in her hand.
“And, Marie…”
She stopped and glanced back at him. “Yes, Master?”
“Do not come.”
Oh, damn.
Six
Sitting behind Zeke on the bike … clinging to him as they sped along the highway, her breasts crushed against his broad muscular back … the big machine vibrating beneath her hot, wet pussy … was sheer torture. And the whole time she could feel the unaccustomed pressure of the dildo in her back opening.
When they arrived at the cinema, she held her skirt carefully so she didn’t flash anyone as she climbed off the bike. She lifted her leg and had to hold back a gasp as her behind rotated on the seat and the butt plug shifted inside her.
Zeke led her into the movie and they sat at the back. Only a few people were in the theater and none in the back few rows. She didn’t even notice the action on the screen as Zeke’s hand glided along her inner thigh, then under her skirt. His fingers stroked along her slick, swollen lips. She opened her legs, giving him easier access. He stroked her slit, then glided inside. He delved deeper and stroked her inner passage, building an incredible heat inside her. Her G-spot … oh God, he knew where it was and how to use it! Warmth suffused her entire body. Pleasure built within her, gaining momentum … then he stopped and pulled his hand free. She almost whimpered out loud.
She tried to pay attention to the movie
… some cars chasing across the flickering backdrop of city streets … but she couldn’t concentrate. She wanted his hands on her. After an agonizing wait, his hand returned to her thigh, then stroked her slit again. This time, he pressed against her clit. She almost cried out. He eased off, then stroked lightly. She sucked in air, then tilted her pelvis forward, trying to get more pressure, but he drew away entirely.
Damn. Punishment for her eagerness.
Finally, he stroked her again. Lightly. Teasing.
Oh God, not enough.
During the entire movie he tortured her like that. Giving her a little, then leaving her breathless and wanting. Occasionally, he would slide his fingers under her and grasp the flared end of the butt plug with his fingers and pivot it a little, sending quivers through her. When the movie ended and she sat behind him riding the motorcycle home, she almost came several times just from the vibration of the leather seat beneath her.
But she fought the urge to let go. Fought the intense desire to soar to heaven on the back of this big machine while flying through the night.
By the time they got to her apartment, she was practically panting. When the door closed behind them, she turned to him and thrust herself against him, wrapping her arms around him tightly and devouring his mouth. He lifted her, their mouths still locked together, tongues delving deep. She wrapped her legs around him as he carried her backward. His denim-covered erection pressed against her, driving her wild. She wanted him inside her. Needed him inside her.
Her tongue stroked inside his hot mouth hungrily as he pushed through the kitchen doorway. She felt something hard and cold beneath her and realized he’d set her on the counter. She stroked down his chest and fumbled for the zipper of his jeans and dragged it down, stroking the bulge of his cock with her other hand, anxious to feel it in the flesh. She reached inside, rewarded with the feel of his marble-hard cock. She wrapped her fingers around the hot, hard flesh and pulled it out, then stroked. He groaned. His hand cupped her breast and her nipple pushed into his palm in desperate need. She leaned back against the cupboard behind her and pushed her pelvis forward.
“I want you inside me.” She placed his cockhead against her aching vagina.
“God, you are so wet.” His guttural words grated through her.
She pivoted her hips forward, trying to take his hard shaft inside her, but his cockhead simply nudged her wet flesh. His tongue thrust into her mouth.
“Oh please. I need you now.” She tugged on his erection.
He sucked on her tongue, pulling her deeper into his mouth. She moaned, overwhelmed with the intense need to join with him.
She pulled her mouth free. “Master, please fuck me!”
He groaned, then drove forward. One fast, hard thrust. Stretching her. Impaling her completely. She wailed at the intense ecstasy of his hard cock filling her. The tightness in her ass from the dildo still inside her heightened the potent pleasure.
She clung to his shoulders, her legs wrapping around him, and moaned as he thrust again. Hot waves of intense pleasure rippled through her. Another thrust singed her nerve endings. His hard cock glided into her again and again. His body claiming hers. Consuming her. Filling her with mind-numbing pleasure until she plummeted to a heavenly place of total bliss.
She moaned, the sound reverberating through her, carrying her further into that joyful place of pure sensation.
His cock jerked deep, then throbbed within her, pulsing with heat. He groaned, holding her tight against him, her head tucked tightly against his chest. Both of them panted for air.
As she nuzzled the soft leather against her face, she realized he still wore his jacket. In fact, he was still fully clothed. Both of them were … except for her lack of panties.
He stroked her hair, then pressed his lips to her neck. After nuzzling for a moment, he eased back and smiled at her.
“I think you enjoyed our evening out after all.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.
“It was sensational. Especially the last part.”
“You know we’re not finished yet.” He stroked her thigh, then tucked his hands under her knees and lifted, tipping her hips up. He stroked her ass, then she felt something move inside her.
The dildo. She’d almost forgotten.
He carried her into the bedroom and laid her on the bed. The feel of his fingers brushing against her feet as he removed her shoes sent tingles dancing through her. He stripped off her skirt and blouse, leaving her lying on the bed in only her navy lace bra. He grinned as he tugged off his leather jacket and tossed it onto the chair. He sat down beside her and stroked his hands over her body. Broad strokes from ankle to hip, up her ribs and over her shoulders, then down again, never touching her breasts or the aching—and quite naked—mound between her legs. She arched and pivoted as his hands stroked over her hips, but he chuckled and deftly avoided contact with her needy opening.
Finally, he arched his leg over her, pinning her thighs between his knees, and stroked along the bottom of her bra, then tucked his hands behind her and unhooked it. As it released, her breathing accelerated, knowing his hands would be on her soon. He peeled away the bra and his sexy olive green eyes darkened as he gazed at her nipples, which tightened at his intense scrutiny.
Now she was totally naked—pinned between his denim-clad legs—while he was fully clothed. As if she were his own private sex slave. He stroked his hands up her ribs, then glided over her breasts, stopping short of her aching nipples. Oh God, she wanted him to touch her hard buds. He grinned, then stroked one with his fingertip. She moaned at the delightful sensation.
Then he leaned down and licked the other nipple and she grasped his head tight to her chest as she moaned again, running her fingers through his shoulder-length black hair. She arched her hips upward, hoping to grind against him, but his knees kept her in place. He released her nipple and straightened, smiling as he pulled off his black denim vest, then grabbed the hem of his black T-shirt and pulled it up his torso, revealing tight, well-defined muscles along his abs and chest, then tugged it over his head and tossed it aside.
She ran her fingers along the golden serpentine dragon tattooed across his chest, down the hard ridges of his stomach, then released his silver-studded leather belt from the stainless steel buckle. He shifted to his feet and dropped his jeans to the floor, then divested himself of his slate gray boxers. She rolled onto her side and reached for his swelling cock. She wrapped her hands around his thick shaft and stroked. Hot flesh gliding over granite.
He stepped closer and she shimmied around until her head hung over the end of the bed, then she licked the mushroom-shaped tip. She swirled her tongue over and around, then wrapped her lips around him and swallowed his broad cockhead. It filled her mouth beautifully. She dragged her teeth lightly along the ridge, then sucked. His moan delighted her. She took him deeper, sucking and squeezing. He groaned again as she stroked her hands over his hard butt and opened her throat, then pulled him closer so he glided deep into her. In this position, she could take almost all of his impressive length down her throat. He glided in and out several times as she cupped his balls in one hand.
“Oh, sweet thing, you are something else.” He cupped her cheeks, gently stroking under her chin as he slowly thrust into her. “That feels so damned good.” He stiffened. “Oh damn, I’m too fucking close— I—”
He groaned, stiffening as hot liquid erupted down her throat. A thrill shot through her that he couldn’t control himself around her. She squeezed and sucked as he continued to climax.
“Damn, woman, you are so fucking hot.”
He pulled his cock from her mouth, then leaned down and captured her lips, gliding his tongue deep into her mouth and thoroughly exploring. When he released her, she gasped for air.
“Got a vibrator?” he asked, his dark green eyes darting to the bedside table. “In there?”
She nodded, then pivoted around to rest her head on the pillow again. He opened
the drawer and she blushed as she realized he’d see that she had three different ones in there. He grinned and pulled out the biggest one. It was thick and long, with a very realistic shape, including veins and ridges.
“I see you like big.”
He dropped it back in the drawer and tugged out the one with a clit stimulator next to the shaft. That one got the job done every time.
He slid the lever and it hummed to life. The familiar sound sent heat thrumming through her. He pressed his finger to the tip of the clit stimulator and grinned.
“Interesting.” He stared at her, his olive eyes heating. “I would love to watch you use this sometime.” His cock swelled as he spoke.
He turned off the device and discarded it, too, then pulled out the last one. Like the first, it was also realistic looking, despite the shocking pink color, but this one was a more modest size.
“This one will do nicely.” He shoved the drawer closed, then sat beside her again. He turned on the device and glided it along her chest, then over one mound. He dragged it lightly over her nipple, sending rippling pulses through her. He slid it upward, then along her collarbone, up the side of her neck, then along her jaw.
“Open your mouth.”
She opened, automatically obeying his commanding tone. He dipped the pulsing member into her mouth, briefly, then held the tip against her lower lip. Her tongue dodged out and licked the vibrating tip.
“Wrap your lips around it and suck.”
She arched her neck forward and obeyed. The silicone shaft vibrated against her lips and she sucked. Her mouth quivered with the gentle vibration of the device.
He drew it free, then pressed it to her thighs, then nudged it between them, pushing across her aching vagina. He glided it along her slick opening, back and forth.
She wanted it inside. Actually, she wanted him inside, but it would do for now. She opened her thighs and arched upward.
“Anxious, are you?”
He glided over her again, then leaned forward and kissed her thigh. She sighed. Then he covered her slit with his mouth and licked. She moaned in agonized pleasure. When he sucked on her clit, she gasped and clutched his hair.
