by Lynn Young
The admiral smiled. “I know exactly what you mean. And, unfortunately, you’re not very far from wrong. It is more that I tell him he needs to go here, or there, and the rest, I’m afraid, is decided by him.” The admiral rested his eyes on Dallas. “It’s a damned good thing he’s so good at what he does. Well, I’ll let you two young people get on your way. It was nice meeting you, Ms. Sorenson.”
“It was nice meeting you, Admiral.”
The admiral said to Dallas, “Trent, I’ll expect to see you Sunday, six hundred hour sharp.
I’ll assume that there will not be anything that will hold you up, this time.”
Dallas gave a sharp salute. “Yes, sir. No, sir.”
The admiral turned and walked away. When Anna Marie turned her eyes to Dallas, she
sensed some relaxing of his face and body, although she had not realized that he had been tense.
“Does he disapprove of me?” she asked.
“No. Not you. Me.” Then without offering an explanation, he picked up his gear. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”
“Do you want to drive?”
He took the keys from her. “Sure. I’ll drive.”
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Chapter 11
For nearly two hours, Dallas drove the car through the traffic towards San Francisco. It was a quiet drive, mostly, with neither of them apparently having much to say. But both did not seem to mind it and were uncomfortable with the silence. At one point, Anna Marie realized she had no idea where Dallas was taking her. But she did not mind that, either. For her, it was just enough to be with him. Every once in awhile, Dallas would reach out his hand and pass it through her hair, or down her arm, or to cup her neck. More than once, she wanted to pinch herself, to make sure that she was beside this man who could have any woman at the snap of his finger, and it was she, Plain Jane Librarian, he kept touching as if he felt the same astonishment.
She never had a man who treated her as if he couldn’t get enough of her whenever he was with her, or was so attentive to her. She never dreamed that she could inspire a man to such adoration.
At least, as far as Anna Marie knew, that’s what Dallas’s behavior seem to signify,
complete and utter adoration for her.
He drove the car out of the city, exiting from Highway 101 right after crossing Golden Gate Bridge to the small town of Sausalito. After winding the car around the narrow hilly roads, Secret Affair 134
he pulled up in front of a very tall but very narrow house that was painted in dull yellow with white trimmings. It overlooked the Sausalito Bay and had an excellent view of the Golden Gate Bridge and the skyline of San Francisco.
Anna Marie got out of the car when Dallas did. “Is this your place?” she asked, curiously studying the house.
“No. It belongs to my parents. The family uses it as a weekend house.”
She blinked, suddenly realizing his words. “Are we staying here for the whole weekend?” She hadn’t brought anything with her, no soap or shampoo, no toothbrush. No clothes.
He gave her wolfish grin, but his greens eyes were intensely predatory. “Yes. I would have taken you to hotel in the city for the weekend, but I wanted you all to myself with no interruptions.”
Her eyes widened and she had to swallow hard to pull down the lump that was suddenly lodged in her throat. She was very excited at the prospect of having Dallas’s big hands and body using hers all throughout the weekend. But she was also a little frightened, remembering just how demanding he had been of her body and how exhausting he was.
Dallas, seeing the wariness in her gray eyes, pulled her close to him as he led her to the house. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll try to be easy on you. This time, we have all weekend.”
“I didn’t bring any of my clothes.”
“You won’t need any,” he said tersely.
The house was quite small with a tiny kitchen, a living room with a fireplace, and a guest half bathroom on the first floor. A very narrow staircase led up to the one bedroom and another bathroom. The décor was plush but casually so with an overstuffed couch in bright red and two equally stuffed armchairs in yellow and white-checkered print. The small size of the house and the casual décor made the cabin quite cozy. In front of the fireplace was a large, white fur rug, which was rather incongruent because it lent rather a tawdry air to the otherwise casual elegance.
But it also increased the inviting coziness of the room. There was a fire that was already blazing in the fireplace. And she noticed that the house did not have the musty smell of a house that had been shut up for several months, nor did it feel like it was chilled all the way through the pipes of the house but was comfortably warm.
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also noticed various expensive vases and objet d’arts around the house. In an alcove that was between the kitchen and the living room, there was a large glass cabinet that held what looked to be Dresden china and Waterford glasses.
The expensive objects in the house was a sudden reminder to Anna Marie that Dallas, for all of his military and governmental career, came from the same family as her brother-in-law did, a family that was quite rich.
Dallas dropped his gear on the floor, thrust his hands in his white trousers, leaned his weight on one foot and watched her examine the surroundings, his stance patient which belied the barely controlled hunger in his eyes.
She turned and saw his eyes, cool and waiting, on her, and it made her stammer. “It…It’s a…a very nice house.”
“Thank you.”
“Has someone been here recently?”
“No. I called ahead to the property management company that oversees the house to get it ready.”
Then he started to advance towards her. She couldn’t help but jump a little and take a step back. That only made his eyes narrow into fierce slits as he continued towards her.
She started to shiver and she wanted to clench her thighs together when heat and tension began to pool in her loins. But she wasn’t sure she was ready for Dallas’s brand of sexual carnage just yet.
“I’m hungry,” she said hastily.
“Too bad.”
“I think I’ll check out the upstairs.”
“You can do that when I take you up there.”
“I need to use the bathroom.”
Because the house was so small, Dallas only had to take a few steps to reach Anna Marie.
When he was only a few feet from her, he reached out his hand, and pulled her to him by her waist. He kissed her hungrily, picking her up so that her feet were several inches above the floor.
As soon as his lips touched hers, her own passion flared and bloomed. She moaned, threw her arms around his neck and kissed him feverishly.
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He set her on the back of the couch, lifted his head and looked down at her breasts, which were heaving out of the skin-tight dress. He molded each one with his hand, gently squeezing their fullness. Anna Marie could feel the tension in his hands and knew that he was trying to restrain himself from tearing at her dress to get at her nakedness. And she knew he’d eventually tear her dress. She could feel her globes tightening and becoming heavy with need and couldn’t help herself when she pushed her breasts into his hands. That made Dallas lose some of his control as he roughly squeezed the globes, making her gasp.
He moved her so that she was forced to kneel on the top of the couch back like a frog, her buttocks facing him. Anna Marie had to grip the back hard to prevent from pitching forward. He pushed up the delicate peach-coral material of her dress over her buttocks and gave a hum of pure male pleasure when he saw that her uncharacteristic daring went as far as wearing a white lacy g-string beneath the sexy dress, forgoing her usual proper underpants, providing him a full view of her ample, naked, pearly-white cheeks.
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p; He gave a low rumbling laugh. “Very pretty. Baby, you should never wear anything that covers such beauties as these,” he murmured as he caressed the buttocks, making her jerk and hitch her breath. “You have too lovely a bottom to hide it inside so much material.” As he fondled her lewdly, he let his thumbs slide further down between her cheeks, causing her to make mewling sound and twitch them. “That way, when you’re with a man, say like me, than you’re always ready and available for him whenever he wants to put his hand under your skirt.
It’s the way you should be, a girl like you with a body that makes a man’s mouth water.” Anna Marie was barely listening to Dallas and his soothing, tormenting words, because she was too busy trying to catch her breath while his fingers probed her pussy. When he slid a long finger inside her channel, finding it heated, wet, and tight, she cried out, arching her back, not unlike a cat that was proving quite susceptible to her master’s particular caresses. She started to tremble with anticipation, knowing that the finger probing her deeply was readying her for his possession.
Dallas gave a shudder when he felt her glove clasp his finger, and his voice was suddenly harsh, “Fuck, I always forget how tight you are.”
He couldn’t wait any longer. The teasing, the petting, the touching, the tasting would have to come later. She was so warm, so soft, so wet. So ready. He had to be inside her before he exploded all over himself. Without thinking of any consideration that she was wearing her only Secret Affair 137
garment for the entire weekend, he tore the g-string, and then began to undo his belt. While struggling to free his rock-hard penis, he continued to ready Anna Marie by keeping his hand in her pussy, stroking her wet flesh.
“Soon, baby, soon,” he crooned soothingly when she whimpered and arched her buttocks up and wriggled it.
Dallas freed his cock and moved it against Anna Marie’s dripping channel and lunged.
As all the other times, with his huge size and her tight glove, it was a hard fit, and he had to struggle for a few minutes in order to be inside her completely. Once he possessed her completely, one hand slipped underneath her and pulled at her dress, tearing it, to free her breasts. He moved tightly in her flesh, his hand groping her full globe, rotating the hard nub with his fingers.
He pulled back almost all the way to his tip and then lunged back inside her, and stilled, his whole body tensing, his eyes closed as he struggled to keep a tight rein on his control.
“You’re so wet, baby, and so tight,” he said, his voice ragged. “Do you know how long I’ve waited to sink into your sweet little cunt? I’d dream about you and the way you held me while I was out in the middle of a desert in Angola.”
When he pulled out again, Anna Marie gasped, her body going tense in anticipation of another invasion, another onslaught of erotic heat and need. When he did re-enter her, the heat was so much tighter, so much more searing than the last stroke, that it drove her to writhe for him, not at all ashamed that she was hitching her hindquarters up and shaking her stuffed pussy up at him. Dallas pulled back and lunged back in, and did it again and again. And Anna Marie shuddered over and over with each lunge, her whole body flushing with heat and erotic tension as it prepared itself for the tumult.
For the next several minutes, the small cabin was filled with groans from the two lovers, the big man holding the woman in a lewd position with her knees bent frog-like on the couch so that her buttocks hung out over the edge of the couch back leaving her flesh vulnerable and easily accessible for his plundering cock. Even when the woman’s body signaled her impending climax with the high-pitch of her groans and the way her flesh began to pulsate and milk him, the man continued to fuck her deep and hard, not letting up when she wailed and her body shuddered violently with her orgasm, which set off his own peak. When the tumult began to subside, both bodies collapsed on the back of the couch.
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A long time later, Dallas straightened, pulled up his pants, swept Anna Marie into his arms and laid her on the fur rug in front of the fireplace. Docilely, she let him take off the pinkish-peach dress, now torn, from her body, leaving her body naked. At the touch of the soft silky fur against her naked body, she couldn’t help but move sinuously on the rug, the feeling of fur against her skin making her feel sensuous so that the physical neediness for a man’s body to fill hers rose in her loins all over again.
As he undressed, tossing his clothes on the couch, Dallas watched her pale body, still flushed and damp from their first time against the creamy rug, his eyes going hungrily over her voluptuous curves and the dark thatch of hair between her thighs. It was every man’s dream, he thought, to have a naked woman with the body of a Playmate move so invitingly for him as she lay on a fur rug.
Naked, he lay down beside her and pulled her back into his arms. He pulled her legs apart and settled between them. When her stomach growled he looked at her.
Her flushed face looked almost embarrassed. “I’m hungry,” she said simply.
“I’ll feed you. Later.” He pushed his hips at her and plunged his dick halfway into her again, renewing the tight desire in both of them.
For nearly two hours, Dallas possessed Anna Marie’s delectable body over and over, not even pausing when their bodies were in the throes of climaxes, but continuing to plunge deeply inside her, his hands still rough and hard with urgency that never seem to wane.
When he was gloved tightly in her channel for the sixth or seventh time, her stomach growled again. Dallas ignored it and gave her a long leisurely stroke. Although she shuddered, her stomach growled again. He tried to ignore it, but it kept growling even as he moved in and out of her.
Despite the heat in her loins, Anna Marie began to giggle.
He stilled above her and watched her for a few minutes with a slight frown furrowing his jet-black thick eyebrows. That made her giggle all the harder.
He gave a sigh, pulled out of her, rose to his feet and went to the phone. “What do you feel like, kitten? Pizza? Chinese? Curry? Italian?”
She was about to say Italian, but then she looked at her plush, comfy surrounding. Then she looked at herself, sprawled nakedly on the fur rug. She turned and stared at the broad back of her equally naked lover, her eyes feverishly going over his massive, muscled shoulders, the tight, Secret Affair 139
lean buttocks, and the long legs that were tightly muscled. Being here with him, incognito, having several rounds of wild sex, was decadent to say the least. It was also fun, exciting, and spontaneous. The moment definitely called for something equally fun, spicy, decadent, and spontaneous.
“Pizza,” she said. “With double pepperoni, double garlic, and mushrooms.”
Dallas looked back at her as he picked up the phone and began to dial. “Great, you’re stomach will be rolling with indigestion all night. But if you think that’s going to stop me from getting my hands on you again, you can think again.”
After he made the order, he came back to her on the rug, but he did not take her again.
Instead, he pulled her into his arms and held her in front of the fire, watching the flames snap and crackle, his hand leisurely stroking her back. Anna Marie, because of all the strenuous physical exertion she had to endure drifted to sleep.
Thirty minutes later, the doorbell rang. Dallas gently laid her back on the rug, pulled on his white pants, and walked to the door as he opened his wallet.
When he opened the door, a boy who looked to be in high school stood in front of him holding a large pizza box.
The spicy aroma of garlic and pepperoni and mozzarella hit Dallas, making his stomach growl, and he realized he was very hungry himself.
“Large with double pepperoni, double garlic, and mushroom. That’s thirty dollars,
mister,” the boy said.
As Dallas counted the money, the boy’s eyes caught sight of Anna Marie’s naked body
on the rug. She was lying on her back, her legs closed and folded behind her. Her large breasts and pubis were in full vi
ew. The boy’s eyes went back to Dallas, noting that he was naked from the waist up. He realized that the two just had sex not long ago.
“Oh, whoa!” he said with awe, barely able to breathe.
Dallas looked at him then saw the direction of the boy’s eyes that were bugged out. The boy looked at him with hero worship and admiration. Then the boy noticed the white navy cap and jacket that had been carelessly tossed on the couch.
Dallas gave the money to the boy. “Here’s the thirty, and the ten for the tip.”
“Thanks, mister. I guess it is true what they say about the military. You guys always get the girl,” the boy said with envy.
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Dallas looked back at the sleeping Anna Marie then back at the boy. “The uniform does help.”
The hot, pungent aroma was enough to rouse Anna Marie. She opened her eyes and
struggled to a sitting position just as Dallas was laying a tablecloth over the fur rug. He set the pizza, paper napkins and plates on the cloth. He opened a bottle of red wine and poured two glasses.
She looked around for something to put on and grabbed his white tee shirt.
For a while, they ate the pizza in companionable silence, enjoying the melted mozzarella cheese, the spicy pepperoni, the sharp bite of the garlic, washing it down with the red wine.
She held up the glass and examined the translucency of the red against the light, as she had seen wine experts do but not really knowing what she was looking for. “This is very good wine.”
“It should be. We own the winery,” Dallas said dryly.
She took a sip, looking thoughtful. “That’s right. I always forget how rich you are.”
“I came from the same family as my brother did.”
“Yes, but with Cameron, all traces of wealth are not completely wiped out the way it is with you. He wears very expensive clothes, drives a BMW, and he and Pepper have that big beautiful house. Of course, those two make a lot of money themselves, but Cameron’s air of gentility speaks of old money and connections.”
