Emerald Eyes

by N. Michaels

  I finish my shower in record time. I throw on a black tank top, light washed jeans and I pull my hair into a high ponytail. I quickly apply some mascara and a few light swipes of blush. I walk into the living room, finding Eric and Laura sitting together on the couch, deep in conversation.

  “Hi.” I croak.

  Eric looks up at me with a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes.

  “Right back at you.” He says.

  Eric rises and walks towards me. He’s wearing a baby-blue t-shirt that makes his amazing eyes look bluer, and dark denim. When he reaches me, he pulls me into a hug that takes my breath away, literally.

  “I missed you today.” He whispers in my ear.

  I push back a little, “Me too. Are you all right?” I look into his eyes.

  “I am now.” he kisses my forehead.

  “Well… I have some errands to do. I’ll see you later, Katya. Lovely meeting you, Eric.” Laura says while walking out of the room then she leaves the apartment.

  I look back at Eric, “What was so urgent you were searching for me so desperately?”

  He seals his lips over mine while his hands cup my face. He kisses me so forcefully, that our teeth clash a few times. His tongue pokes its way into my mouth, not waiting for an invitation and he ravages me like he’s about to eat me. I don’t realize we’re moving, until I’m pressed against my bedroom door. He breaks the kiss and leans into me, pinning me down.

  “This… this is what was so urgent.” He growls.

  Eric grabs my ponytail then pulls it down, exposing my neck. He runs the tip of his tongue up my throat and then nibbles my jaw, making me whimper at the throbbing need of feeling him inside me. My hand reaches for the doorknob and I open the door. His hands lift my thighs and I tangle myself around him. His hot and wet mouth peppers kisses up and down my neck, nipping my skin lightly with his teeth. He tosses me on the bed, looking down at me with pure virile, carnal need. He unbuttons my jeans and pulls them down and off of me. His fingers trace along the lace of my boyshorts.

  “I love these… but they are in my way.” He husks then neatly removes them.

  Eric pushes my thighs apart, and I bite my lip as the anticipation builds inside me.

  “I wanted to taste you for so long…” he flicks his tongue over my sensitive flesh and I gasp.

  “Just as I thought, you’re so fucking sweet,” he growls quietly.

  Eric puts his warm mouth back on my quivering sex and I cry out as his tongue unleashes maddening strokes and flicks. He moves his lips to my clit and sucks slow and hard. At the same time, he slides in a finger, teasing me, then two, moving them in and out of me in a controlled pace. Pleasure takes over every cell and I feel my body come to life while my hips circle shamelessly, riding his dexterous fingers.

  “Oh God… Eric… I can’t hold it anymore…” My back arches off the bed.

  I moan helplessly as I give in to the pulsing waves of pleasure that are shooting from my core into every part of my body.

  His mouth relentless, he licks me leisurely, making me tremble.

  “Stop… I’m ready… It’s too much…” my head thrashes on the pillow.

  “I’ll decide when you’re ready… and I say not yet...”

  He blows softly on my soft flesh then resumes his torture. After another all-consuming orgasm, I think he’ll stop but he just keeps at it.

  “Eric, please… stop. I want you inside me... so badly… please.” I whine softly, feeling tears rim my eyes.

  I can’t take it. I’m losing my mind while his tongue pushes into me shallowly, teasing me. Eric ignores my pleas, holding me down with his strong hands. He keeps licking and sucking until I can’t take it anymore and something wild and irrational takes over me. I shove my hands into his hair, grabbing it by the now damp roots. I pull him off of me and escape into the bathroom, locking the door behind me. I cross my legs at the pulsing need that is begging for attention.

  God damn it! Couldn’t he just do me already?

  Now I’m pissed off and horny like a maniac.

  “Kitten, open the door.” he sound angry.

  Good… be mad, just like me.

  I ignore him and try to sooth myself, but I just can’t do it… I’m too fucking mad.

  “Katherine, come out and I’ll make it go away… I know you must be suffering right now.” Eric says with a hint of amusement in his voice.

  Oh he thinks this is funny?

  I open the door and storm into the room, but he stops me before I reach my panties. He turns me around and holds me tight against him and I notice he’s shirtless. This must look weird, I’m naked from the waist down and he’s naked from the waist up, but I don’t let his mouthwatering bare torso distract me, I try to get away.

  “Calm down…” he admonishes.

  “Let go of me, I’m not some toy to be played with!” I snap.

  My angry eyes flash to his and stop moving when I see the heat inside them, churning like blue flames.

  Damn it… his eyes will be the end of me.

  “I’m sorry, I got carried away…” he lowers his head to mine. “I just can’t help myself when I hear you moan, when I feel you tremble in my hands, when I see what I do to you…” his voice is low and seductive, making me shiver.

  Eric kisses me, conveying his apology and his hunger with his lips. I relax and melt into him, returning his kiss with the same fervor. I taste myself on his lips and even that turns me on. I suck on his tongue and he groans in agonized pleasure. His hand slide down to my bare bottom and a wicked idea pops in my head. I lead us to my bed and push him down. Straddling him, I start kissing him slow, savoring each taste and lick. My hands unbutton his jeans and dig in under his briefs. He grunts as I hold his steel hardness and slide my palm up and down. I kiss the corner or his lips and lick my way down to the hollow of his neck. His neck arches back as I put more pressure on his length, revealing his masculine Adam’s apple. I kiss his broad chest and flick my tongue over his flat nipple. All this time his hands are on my shoulders, tightening and relaxing. I run my tongue over his washboard abs and trace The Arrow to Heaven, tasting the slight saltiness from his perspiring skin.

  God, I wanted to do that since forever…

  Finally, I reach him. My mouth closes on the swollen crest and he releases an erotic growl from deep inside. I swirl my tongue around the thick head, making him hiss with pleasure.

  Good, it’s working…

  I suck him hard, pumping with my hand, taking as much as I can. I feel him shake beneath me, his hands grip my hair tightly, but not painfully.

  “Yesss….” Eric hisses, then grunts as I swirl my tongue around him while sucking.

  “All right… ok… I’m good… that’s enough, kitten.” He breathes out.

  I ignore him and continue to pump my hand, drawing him in and out of my mouth.

  Tit for tat, baby…

  I see what he meant by getting carried away. Just seeing him like this, hearing him panting and moaning is driving me wild. My sex clenches on emptiness, making me even needier than before.

  “Ahh… enough Katherine, I’m ready.” he opens his eyes into slits and looks down at me.

  Running my tongue up from root to tip, I look at him through heavy lids. “I’ll decide when you’re ready… and I say not yet.” I rasp his words back at him.

  Eric’s eyes widen a fraction as he realizes what I’m doing, but then they narrow and darken.

  “I wouldn’t play this game with me, kitten. You don’t want to see me lose control and I’m about to.”

  The tone of his voice makes me pause a little. It’s dangerous, almost violent, but after a quick moment of consideration, I dismiss it and resume his punishment.

  I want to see you lose control, baby. I want to feel you wild and aggressive, no holding back.

  Eric closes his eyes and groans as I resume working my hand and mouth over and around him.

  Slowly, his grunts transform into growls and the hands in my
hair start gripping me painfully, so painfully I have to stop.

  “Ow… Eric, you’re hurting me.”

  I look up at him and the next “Ow” dies on my lips. My eyes widen slightly as I realize that the Eric I know is gone. The man gazing down at me is a man I don’t know. He’s looking at me with fury and lust. His eyes are dangerously sharp on me and I know that this is a man that has crossed a line and lost all of his inhibitions. Eric’s hand moves to my throat. Gripping it firmly, he lifts me to my knees. Without a warning, he throws me on the mattress, pressing my face into it. His hand shifts to the back of my neck, holding me down and I feel his warm breathe on my ear.

  “Stay.” He commands.

  The tone of his voice paralyzes me. It’s cold, hard and terrifying. He removes his hand from my neck and I gasp at the sound of fabric tearing, realizing it’s my tank top.

  I know I should be scared but this is seriously turning me on!

  His hand returns to the nape of my neck, holding me down with a firm grip. I cry out when he rams into me from behind, pounding into me violently, relentlessly. My hands clench the sheet so hard my fingers start hurting. The hand on my nape moves to my hair, fisting it then roughly pulling it back. With his other hand he spanks me. Hard. My skin ignites. It’s smarting worse with each strike. I’ve never been spanked this hard. It hurts, but astonishingly enough, it makes me wetter, makes me hotter for him, and I don’t moan, I scream out of pleasure.

  Holy mother of all fucking… this is amazing!

  Each thrust is so deep, so good it’s quickly bringing me closer to the release I’m dying for.

  “Oh… God…” I sob as the crown of his angry cock rams against my spot. Eric stops spanking me then lowers himself on his forearms, caging me, making the sensations of his absolute abandon and my surrender ten times stronger. Without the possibility of escape, all there is left to do is lie there and endure. And I do, loving every second of it.

  Eric’s breath comes hard and fast as he nuzzles my ear. The hot surges of air cause me to shiver and with those pants and grunts amplified in my ear, I jerk underneath him, finding my bliss. He’s right behind me. Clasping my wrists and squeezing them tightly, he thrusts a few more times then shudders with pleasure. Growling deeply, he sinks his teeth into the back of my neck and I whimper. I’m still dazed from the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced when he falls down on me, breathing hard.

  “Oh my God… Eric, you’ve been holding back on me, weren’t you?” my tone is slightly accusatory.

  He was holding back on me, this was a pure, animalistic fuck and I am amazed at how much I like it... I love it.

  Eric exhales a deep breath and abruptly rises, sliding out of me quickly and picking up his clothes off the floor. He walks to the bathroom and slams the door behind him. I sit up, winching as my flaming bottom touches the mattress, then bring the sheet over my chest.

  “Eric?” I call out.

  Silence.

  I hear the faucet turn on then off. I locate my tank top but as I suspected, the middle is completely ripped in the back. Carefully, I pull on my panties and find a summer dress from the closet. The moment I pull down my dress, Eric comes out of the bathroom, dressed and upset. His face set in hard lines and he doesn’t look at me. I approach him, but he walks out of my bedroom without even a word. Confused, I rush after him.

  “Eric? What’s wrong? Where are you going?”

  He ignores my questions and just walks out of my apartment, slamming the door behind him and leaving me bewildered. I stand in front of my door with my mouth open. I blink a few times and try to tame the panic that is rising inside me, and then I realize it. He just left me. I fall to my knees and plant my hands on the floor, breathing hard while my chest feels like it’s been shot through.

  “What the hell happened?” I whisper, asking the universe.

  Rage takes over my confusion and I find the strength to rise and get back to my bedroom. I find my phone and dial his number, but its goes straight to his voicemail.

  “Eric, I don’t know what’s wrong but walking out like that is not the answer. I don’t see you as a spineless man that can’t breakup with some dignity and respect, so I’m assuming you didn’t just end our newborn relationship. You can tell me whatever is bothering you, but don’t just walk out. You hurt me…” My voice falters on the last words and I take a deep breath to gain my composure back. “Please call me as soon as you get this.” I hang up and fall down on my messy bed. I stare at the ceiling, fighting the tears that are threatening to fall and ask the same question over and over again.

  What happened?

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  Eric didn’t call, he didn’t even message me… nothing. My heart feels like its been dipped in acid. My body wouldn’t stop shivering from the sudden chills that began the moment I left him that voicemail. I locked myself in my bedroom and ignored Laura’s pleadings for me to come out. I ended up crying myself to sleep… haven’t done that in ages.

  I wake up sore, emotionally and physically. I inspect my naked body as I stand before the large mirror in my bathroom. I am covered in small bruises, faint scratches and bite marks. I caress each one of them, remembering how I received each and every one of them and although they look quite alarming, they don’t scare me. What scares me is the sudden change that happened to Eric. What hurt me was his coldness and abruptness.

  When I arrive at the office, Rose informs me that Mr. Miller is out for meetings and won’t be in for the rest of the day. Fear spreads in my veins like slick oil.

  Is it really over? Was it something I said? Something I did?

  The day drags on and I try my best not to dwell on those questions, and the moment my workday ends, I call Eric.

  “Hello, Katherine.” Eric greets but his voice in non-too friendly.

  Katherine… not kitten…

  “Umm… hi. Are – are you all right? What happened last night?” I blurt out.

  “I’m sorry Katherine, I’m in a meeting now. We’ll talk about this later.” His voice is so detached; so businesslike it’s like a thousand needles piercing my heart all at once.

  “Eric…” my voice hoarse with unshed tears.

  “Talk to you later.” He says then hangs up.

  I look down at my phone and the tears I’ve been fighting so hard to keep at bay, come back with a vengeance.

  I lost him and I don’t even know how or why…

  Another night went by without any calls or messages from Eric. I keep replaying the evening in my mind, dissecting each word I said, everything that happened and I just can’t… I can’t find a reason. Wait.

  He played me. Oh my God… Eric totally played me. He said whatever I wanted to hear, got me beneath him, got me out of his system and dumped me like some old used up sneakers.

  Chills break across my skin and tears slip through my lashes. I turn my face and sob painfully into my pillow, pouring out my heartbreak. I can’t sleep. I can’t eat. I can’t play. All I think about is how stupid I was for trusting him.

  Hating him... hating myself.

  The next few days continue the same way. Eric is away from the office, and I’m fighting my desire to quit with every passing minute. Rose keeps her nose out of my business, even though her eyes are curious at my sudden melancholy. Still, she makes no effort to impose and I’m grateful for that.

  Thursday finally ends and I make my way to SoHo Spa. I find mama sitting on a pale cream armchair in the plush lobby. Different shades of calming green are on every wall, and relaxing music is softly playing into the peaceful space through hidden speakers. Mama’s bright blue eyes fall on me and widen in shock.

  “Katya? Darling, are you all right?”

  She puts down her chilled glass of sparkling water and rises to inspect me.

  “Rough week. Let’s just say I’m ready to get pampered.” I smile feebly.

  Mama shakes her head, making her short bob-cut to sway around her jawline.

  “You don�
��t look well, Katya.” She frowns.

  “I’m fine, mama. Really… just a busy week at work. Now come on, let’s get that antioxidants treatment you were telling me about.” I kiss her cheek and lead her towards the receptionist.

  After we indulged in the refreshing antioxidants treatment, we head for our joint massage session. I chose the Shiatsu aromatherapy massage with the Kinmoxie wild-lime silk oil, while mama chose her favorite, Hot Stone massage.

  “I spoke to Laura today… she’s worried about you, I’m worried about you.” Mama is lying on her belly on the massage table, looking my way.

  I sigh.

  Of course you did.

  “It’s just a stupid crush, I’ll get over it.” I lie.

  I don’t think I’ll ever get over Eric… even with the hate I harbor for him. I would still run back to him in a heartbeat if he would ask me to.

  I’m that messed up… so possessed by him that I can’t see straight.

  “Katusha… I want to tell you something – “

  “Mama, don’t. Just… please… can we just not talk about anything? I just want to relax today.”

  I know where this is going, ‘you’re not getting any younger’, ‘time to settle down’ and yada yada yada.

  “Sure honey, just relax.” She smiles sweetly and my heart breaks a little more.

  I close my eyes and let my masseuse knead the misery out of my body… or at least I hope he will.

  Mama kisses me goodbye and reminds me that my gown for the Gala will arrive tonight.

  Back home, Laura is gone again so I eat dinner alone. Well, more like pick at my food and bite down once or twice. I decide to play the piano to stop myself from thinking about Eric… just to stop thinking in general. I play, ‘Mad World’ by Michael Andrews and Gary Jules. It’s pretty much how I feel right now. I try to sing along but half way through, my voice is so hoarse with unshed tears, I quit and let the tears fall silently as I continue to press the keys.

  After I finish I feel worse, not better. I grab my iPad and launch some angry birds at green pigs.