We sit down to eat and I tell Elizabeth that next we’re going to go look for her corset and some other things. I’ve been waiting for this since the moment she asked me to go shopping with her. I won’t tell her where. I know by the glimmer I must have in my eye, she knows I have some surprises in store. She’s like a little kid filled with excitement but at the same time her wanton inner slut side can’t wait either. The two parts of her are incredibly irresistible.
As I drive up Market Street and go past the Harley Davidson dealership, she turns to me.
“I have a pretty good idea of where we’re going, Mr. Bond.”
I place my hand on her thigh, stroking it as a smile creeps over my face, my eyes never leaving the road.
“I’m sure you do. And what do you think?”
“I think we’re going to buy more than just a corset, Sir.” I don’t miss the innuendo.
“Well you did ask for more. We’ll see how much more you want.”
When we pull into a parking spot at the Adam & Eve kinkfest, store I turn to look at her. Her face is flushed and she’s biting her lip. She’s turned on. This is going to be fun. I want to lick my lips in anticipation of everything we’re going to do with all of these little toys of pleasure.
“Ready?”
She moves her face to look at me as a slow smile curves those pink lips. My cock hardens at her lascivious reaction.
“Yes,” she whispers huskily.
“Let’s go find some more then,” I say as a wolfish smile spreads across my face.
Inside the second-story store the regular assortment of masks, vibrators, dildos and clothing are immediately visible. I guess it had to be on the second floor so that everyone couldn’t see all of the sexual apparatuses on display if they were peeking in the windows from a first floor unit. The young salesman behind the counter looks up at us and smiles giving us a quick assessment before he greets us.
“Hi, let me know if you need any help.” Smart boy, he can tell that I know what I’m doing but she is a bit nervous, so he gives us our space.
I answer him nodding, “Thank you, we will.”
I turn to her and ask, “Why don’t we start with picking out your corset?” It’s more of a statement than question. It’s best she starts with something she feels safe and comfortable with, and it will give her some time to get used to being around all of the paraphernalia.
“Good idea.” There’s a little relief in her expression.
Elizabeth picks out a beautiful red satin bustier with black lace overlay with demi cups that will make her breasts look beautiful, pushing them up and letting the tops quiver with her movements. My dick wakes up at the thought of her in it. I turn to the salesman.
“Can she try this on?”
“Certainly.” He comes around the counter saying, “Right this way.”
Inside the dressing room, yes I go in with her, she looks fantastic. So much so I can’t keep my hands off her. I push her up against the wall and hold her hands over her head with one of mine, the other holds her still with my hand flat on her abdomen. My tongue traces the outline of the cups on her bare skin.
“Marco, we can’t do this here,” she whispers as she pushes her tits into my face.
“Ssshhh, baby.”
I pull the half cups down letting her breasts pour out so her nipples are pointing at my mouth begging to be sucked. I pull one between my lips and teeth, biting, flicking, and sucking it as I roll the other between my fingers, twisting, pulling and pinching it and her hips begin to buck under my palm. I slide my hand down her panties, she’s so fucking wet, and thrust two fingers inside her. Instantly she’s riding my hand hard and fast.
“Mmmmm,” I growl, “This is going to be a long fucking day.” I release her with a final bite on each fleshy breast. She gasps at the slight pain and looks down at the marks. Looking in my eyes she can’t fight the smile at the sight of my love marks on her.
“Get dressed before I fuck you right here,” I say through clenched teeth, half hoping she’ll dare me.
After we leave the dressing room I lead her over to the clamps. I want to get one for her clit. She will lose her fucking mind, I’m sure. The young tattooed and pierced salesman comes over to help us.
“Can I show you anything?” he asks in a casual tone.
I point to the jewel clit clamp. “Yes, we’d like that, along with this corset.”
He holds his hand out to Elizabeth waiting for the garment. She turns scarlet handing it to him and I’m thinking, If you’re embarrassed about that, baby, wait until you find out what the rest of this is for.
“And we’ll take that black plug kit over there and the wireless plug.” I direct him to the butt plug kit with anal beads and the vibrating anal plug, a little something for me when she has it in. He moves to that end of the counter and takes them out placing them with the rest of our things.
I look at Elizabeth. She looks like a deer in headlights with her little mouth open. I bend down to kiss her.
“Is there anything in particular you’d like, babe?”
“I think you’re doing quite well so far, thank you,” she answers me quietly.
I look back at the guy behind the counter. “Also, I saw beaded thongs, we’d like a pair as well.”
“Absolutely,” he says, glancing at Elizabeth to estimate her size, then he walks to retrieve a pack.
I take Elizabeth over to the vibrators.
“We’d like the G-spot and that one, and that lubricant,” I tell him pointing to the flesh-colored larger vibrator. “Let’s have those ben wa balls as well.”
I look at Elizabeth again, studying her face. She’s looking at everything I’ve picked out, and she’s probably wondering what I’m going to do with all of it. I wonder if she thinks I’m never going to fuck her again because I’m buying two vibrators, or if I’m going to use them both on her at the same time. She knows how I am with her, how I want to make her get lost in pleasure, how I drown in her, how I lose myself in her and my only desire is hearing her moan and scream my name.
“Come over here with me.” I tug gently on her hand and walk her towards the floggers.
“I’d like to use this on you. It can be very intoxicating if used correctly.” I pause for a moment to let her get comfortable with the idea before I take one down.
“Okay.” I can tell she’s nervous and a little scared but she trusts me and agrees.
“You’ll love it. I promise.” I take one from the wall display, feeling the ends for their softness. This one should do nicely. It won’t give too much of a sting if mistakenly used heavy handedly.
I approach the counter with Elizabeth and set the flogger down. “This will be all, thank you for your help.”
Elizabeth squeezes my hand tightly as he rings us up, packs up our things and we leave.
Back in the car she’s quiet, lost in thought. I’m sure her mind is going a mile a minute. I look at her and try to read her thoughts and gently squeeze her thigh.
“You okay?”
“Yes, I’m fine. It’s a lot of stuff.”
I chuckle. “Yes, kind of.” My gaze scans her face and my heart warms. Her brows are furrowed and she’s biting her lip. “Don’t worry baby, we’re not going to use everything at once. I want to give you more, this will help me do that.” I pause and place my hand over hers holding it tenderly, “Do you trust me, Elizabeth?” I ask her again.
“Without a doubt.”
Looking deeply into those hypnotic hazel eyes of hers where all the secrets of the world seem to exist my heart starts to talk.
“Pleasuring you, taking you to places where you lose yourself, where your body screams with unbound desire and every nerve ending in your delicious little body is on fire from my touch, that is what I want. That is what I was put on this earth for. I’m going to do wonderfully wicked things to you and you’re going to love every minute of it.”
She leans in to kiss me as her hand slides through the back of my hair p
ulling me closer, her arousal feeding into me with her kiss telling me she’s mine.
Releasing me, she says breathlessly, “Let’s go home so I can finish up with Elsie then we can start playing.” Her smile is sinfully hungry.
This incredible woman never ceases to amaze me.
Elsie is the most adorable little thing, petite, feminine and strong all at the same time. When I walk into her apartment she looks me up and down, scrutinizing me. A smile erupts on her pretty face.
“Hi, Marco, it’s good to finally meet you. Elizabeth’s told me about how you two met and what happened at her place.,” She discreetly leaves out Santino’s name. She’s quite a diplomatic young lady.
“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. We did have quite a beginning,” I say, momentarily reflecting on our first few weeks together as the images speed through my mind. “So, you’re going to be Elizabeth’s date for Halloween? She’s looking forward to it and the costume you’re helping her with, I hear you’re very talented. I’m going to go to the gym while you two take care of business. You and Elizabeth are starting a class there on Monday, right?”
Elsie’s eyes widen and a mischievous smile tugs at her mouth. “Yes, I’m really looking forward to it.”
“You should be, it’s a great place and everyone there knows what they’re doing.”
I bet she’s looking forward to it because of the guys, not the class. I’m well aware the place is filled with some of the most good-looking and built men in the area.
I turn to Elizabeth and take her in my arms. “I’ll call you in about an hour, okay?”
Wrapping herself around me, she presses into me. She’s wearing the beaded thong and I know it’s been rubbing against her clit and pussy the whole way here. Her face is flushed and her mouth looks like it wants to be kissed and I want to stroke her folds to see how wet she is.
“Okay, have fun, don’t hurt yourself, please. We have plans.”
The naughty girl is looking forward to it, and my dick is very happy to hear that.
After warming up at the gym I get in the cage with John. He’s bigger than I am and very good so sparring with him helps me to sharpen more defensive moves. Working out with him is helping me to get better, pushing me, challenging me, and knocking me on my ass a few times. He throws me a couple of jabs, I spin and try to take him off his feet by hooking him with my right foot. Back and forth, we punch, hand strike, and roundhouse kick. After three rounds, the usual length of a bout, we exit the cage together hot, sweaty and a little out of breath.
He takes this opportunity to bust my balls. “That was excellent, Marco. Pretty soon you might be able to kick my ass.”
“What, and damage that handsome face of yours, John? That’s all you’ve got going for you. I think I’ll just keep taking it easy on you for a while.”
We both laugh as we stop at one of the bags. He gets behind it and I start jabbing at it, left, right, left, left.
“Did Brian talk to you about anything he might have found out that might be happening with my project?” I ask him between hits, a little short of breath.
I throw a right upper cut and he barely feels it with the huge bag between him and my fist.
Brian Daniels was with John when he came to Elizabeth’s apartment the night Santino showed up there. They have been friends since boot camp in the marines and John considers him the only family he has. These two men are incredibly loyal and generous, and have the ability to kill someone with their bare hands. When I arrived in Wilmington and found Evolution, they made me feel something foreign; a true friendship with no hidden agendas. We are the same, each of us a Dominant, but each of us unique.
“Not much, all he said is he thinks something’s not right. He did say last time we spoke he was having lunch with someone to confirm the status of your paperwork before he talked to you about anything.” He’s pushing the bag back on me, forcing me to go into it a little harder. I attack it like a bulldozer plowing down everything in its path.
“Did he tell you who he was having lunch with?” I growl it out between jabs, my frustration and intensity are clear in my words and in my hits. I let my pent-up emotions flow through my hands like a powerful force exerting its strength on the object of its anger wanting to smash it and destroy it.
“No he didn’t tell me. But he did say it was someone who would give him a definitive answer on your paperwork.” His voice is tight. Even though he’s on the other side of the bag he can feel the rage pouring from me, one hit after the other in rapid fire succession.
Brian Daniels’ family owns a very large and reputable construction company here and have been in business for three generations. The company has now passed on to him, and he is very, very good at what he does, the best in the area. His friends and connections reach into many different facets of the community, forged over years, births, marriages, fishing trips, and sometimes a tall, cold glass of iced tea.
One final punch and I lift my head. The sweat is running down my face and body. “I fucking hope so.” It’s apparent I didn’t get all my fury out because he can still hear it in my voice.
“I do too, ’cause I’d hate to be the one on the receiving end of that shit right there. That’s going to be one fucked up individual when you find out who it is.”
Turning my attention back to the bag, I start mauling it, taking out all of my frustrations about whatever the fuck is going on with my applications with the city. That feeling of foreboding is gnawing at me and it’s making me fucking crazy.
Elizabeth
I’m so aroused right now, I could kill Marco for making me wear these beaded thongs! What was I thinking? I even contemplated going into Elsie’s bathroom and masturbating just to extinguish this need. Every time I move, breathe, even speak, the beads rub my lips, my clit and my ass. I just want to keep shifting in my seat so I can come. If I didn’t think I would scream from the release, I would.
Marco must know how on fire I am. He’s barely touched me since he picked me up at Elsie’s, just a flutter of his lips against mine or a light stroke of his fingers down my spine. Ever since we were in Adam & Eve around all the toys, my sex has been pulsing at the suggestion of satisfaction brought on with all of the vibrators, dildos, restraints and other naughty things. I have been wondering all evening what Marco’s going to do to me tonight and it sends anticipated jolts of excitement throughout my body. When we get home we order Chinese food and he jumps right in the shower. But the only thing I want going inside me right now is him! And maybe one of those vibrators. Grrrrr! I’m going to die from horniness. I’m not waiting.
Entering the bathroom, I close the door quietly behind me. I turn my head to see Marco standing in the shower with water droplets cascading down the perfection of his firm golden body, the muscles bulging bigger after his workout at the gym. His fight for control is evident in his erection and the way he’s standing, both arms resting on the wall in front of him and his head bowed. I stand quietly and admire how beautiful he is. The sight of his arousal fuels my desire, my insides coil and pull, making me gasp with the sight of his wanting me. This man is a primal beast lurking within the beauty of his controlled façade. The raw sensuality and power that pour from him are completely intoxicating, surrounding me, burning me, melting me so that all that is left is hungry desire yearning for his beast to take me.
He turns to look at me as I begin to undress. I still have the bustier on. Pulling the sweater over my head I lay it on the floor. Next I slide down the loose pants I’m wearing. Nothing tight could have been worn over the beads or they would have killed me, and I place them on the floor with the top. I reach to unzip the bustier, releasing my breasts, and I let it fall to the floor. Marco’s jaw is tight, his muscle flexing showing his fight for restraint as he lifts his hand to me beckoning me to come to him. I pull my hair up and clip the mass away from my neck. I take his hand and come to stand in front of him under the waterfall. He runs a finger down my shoulder, kissing me lightly. My head fal
ls back and I sigh heavily. A strangled growl rumbles from deep inside of his chest.
“I’ve wanted to see how wet you were all night,” he whispers.
My legs open at his words and he runs a finger along the beads making them vibrate against my clit. I reach up and dig my nails into his arms.
“Oh God, Marco, please…” I beg. Just one more, please, and I’ll come.
“I know, baby, I know.” His voice is compassionate and firm. He runs a fingernail along the length of the beads resting on my pulsing sex, back and forth, three times. The vibrations echo through me and finally I fall over the edge, release humming inside me.
I slide the thong down my legs and taking the length of his shaft in my hands I wrap the beads around him and begin to gently slide them up and down his length.
“Fuck, Elizabeth,” he growls between clenched teeth, throwing his head back, the tendons on the sides of his neck bulging, reflecting what’s going on inside him.
As my hand slides slowly up and down massaging him, I reach down and take his sac in my palm and give his balls the attention they deserve. I love the weight of them resting in my hand, the texture of his wrinkled skin against my smooth flesh, and I can’t resist the urge to fondle and squeeze them.
He grabs my hands and pulls them away. “That’s enough of that. If you keep that up I won’t last another five minutes.”
Taking the body wash he begins to lather my body from top to bottom slowly and deliberately, his fingers dipping into all of my creases and folds, his lips and tongue stroking my smooth skin. His touch stirs the embers of my arousal, stoking them, bringing them higher and brighter.
Finally, he turns off the water. “Time to get out, baby.”
He steps out first and gets us each a towel.
As I stand there drying myself I look at the exquisite specimen of man standing before me tying the fat white towel low around his sculpted waist. His eyes pierce me with a promise of satisfaction saying, bring me your hunger and I’ll feed you. I’ll quench your need more than you’d ever imagined. He extends his hand to me and I take it, letting out a quiet breath because I know he’ll do just that.
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