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by N. M. Catalano

  “Are you having a nice time, Elizabeth?”

  “Yes, Marco, and it was really a nice surprise to see you here. Even if we’re not ‘together’, it’s nice knowing you’re here. I missed you.”

  His eyes twinkle and it gives me butterflies in my stomach. “Me too, baby.”

  He pulls me closer and places another kiss on the top of my head. I feel him sigh deeply against my chest and it warms me inside.

  “Marco.” Liana’s icy voice breaks our intimate moment. “Don’t you think you should stop being distracted and focus on what’s important?”

  The hair on the back of my neck has just stood on end and I turn to face her. “My dear, I think it would behoove you to pay attention to how you present yourself rather than your assumptions on what’s best for others.”

  Her eyes widen in disbelief that I basically put her in her place. I turn back to Marco, my back rigid as I try to hold on to my composure. Why he keeps her around if he’s not fucking her is beyond me. We will definitely have to talk about this.

  “Liana.” Marco’s voice is strained. “I will be the one to decide what’s important for me and I suggest you remember that.” The fight to keep his temper under control shows only in the tight muscle of his jaw.

  The color drains from Liana’s face and her expression pinches. She’s biting her tongue and it’s killing her.

  “I should get back to Elsie. She’ll think I dumped her.”

  The fact of the matter is I’m not feeling exactly comfortable with Steve and Liana, especially after her snide comment.

  “I’ll come over in a little while. I’ve got some other people to talk to, okay baby?”

  Yeah, to get away from these two.

  “I can’t wait,” I say looking up into that face. I see the real man behind that mask he wears for the world, the one that says cool, powerful, calm, confident and maybe a hint of danger if you cross him. I see endearing, kind, gentle and compassionate as well. Maybe so much so that he’s afraid of getting hurt.

  Chapter Eleven

  Elizabeth

  We are in his condo in the bedroom. The lights are low and there is soft classical music playing in the background. I didn’t know how erotic classical music could be until Marco took me to the symphony at Thalian Hall. That was the most sensually seductive night of my life, beginning at the restaurant and continuing all the way through the evening until I feel asleep. I know that whenever I think of that night for the rest of my life, my body will react with a deep primal need that only Marco could have elicited and satisfied over and over again, taking me to that point of maddening hunger then making me shatter in total bliss.

  He comes up behind me and places his hands on my shoulders with his fingertips touching my throat as he gently caresses my face with his, breathing in deeply so I feel the rush of air against my sensitive skin.

  “I’m going to pull all of your hair back, my queen. I don’t want it in the way tonight,” he says softly in my ear as one of his hands removes the crown from my head and places it on the table.

  “In the way for what?” I ask quietly.

  “I’m going to flog you tonight, Elizabeth, tantalize every cell in your skin, making it sing. But before that I’m going to put the ben wa balls inside you so every time you clench when the flogger touches you, you’ll squeeze them making them massage you inside, rubbing against your walls until you finally can’t let them go and you’re dying to come.”

  Oh. My. God! I cannot say anything. My sex aches with need at his words. My mind is beginning to enter that state of erotic detachment, that feeling of being high from intense arousal. He is my poison and my antidote and I want more and more, everything he can give me, until I crumble in ecstasy.

  He moves back slightly and begins to gather my hair in his hands, stroking and smoothing the thick mass into a ponytail using the tie from my braid. His touch is slow and sensual as he wraps the length of it around his hand. He pulls my head back against his chest with his fist full of my hair, opening my neck to him, licking, kissing and nibbling it. I reach back and grab hold of his hard thighs, digging my nails into them through his pants.

  “Strip for me, Elizabeth,” he says quietly in my ear. He lets me go and goes to sit in the chair in the corner of the room, leaning back with his gaze fixed on me. There is an intense look in his hooded eyes, his hands are stretched out along the arms of the chair and his intensity is reflected in his clenched fists. I can see the erection growing in his pants and it stimulates me more. I know that this is going to be another one of those nights.

  I slide the zipper down on the gown I’m wearing then slowly push it from my arms letting it puddle on the floor at my feet as I step out of it. I raise my hands to slide the zipper down on the corset, freeing my breasts and letting them fall.

  “Now the hose and the shoes, baby.”

  I slide my shoes off then turn to my side and raise one leg up to rest my foot on the bed. I slide the stocking slowly down my leg then I do the same with the other. Placing my feet on the floor, I turn to face Marco again completely naked.

  And I wait. I wait for more direction because I know it’s coming. Marco sits silently still looking at me, filling his eyes with me. I don’t move as the anticipation of what’s to come builds within me each passing second.

  He pushes himself from the chair and stands in front of me and begins to trace the swells of the bare flesh of my breasts and I feel my nipples harden. Lowering his mouth he follows the path with his tongue then dips it between them licking the valley there. His hand slides up the insides of my thighs grazing my throbbing sex. He claims my nipples, sucking them in his puckered lips, rolling the pointed flesh between them and flicking the points with his tongue. As he straightens his body, his mouth leaves a burning trail over my shoulder and up my neck. His thumb swirls around my clit teasing that swollen nub then makes its way inside me, pushing against my walls, driving me higher. I grasp it, hold it and squeeze it with all of my need.

  “Lie down on the bed, baby, I want to tie you.”

  His voice is gravelly and commanding and his eyes are intense.

  Crawling to the center of the bed, I lie down on my back and spread my arms and legs, reaching out to the posts, waiting for my restraints, my fists clenching in anticipation. As my sex pulses I can almost see in my mind’s eye my arousal being squeezed out of me from the clenching of my inner walls, my desire rising quickly.

  Marco moves from the bottom of the bed to the head, grazing my body with his fingertips as he does. That light touch along the length of my body sends a ripple of shivers through me. He takes my hand and places a Velcro cuff around my wrist. Working his way around my body he fastens the other hand then my feet, always leaving a light trail with his fingertips as he moves. He comes to stand at the head of the bed again and picks up a small box that I recognize. It’s something we bought at Adam & Eve. Marco pulls out two silver balls attached by a string and begins to roll them around in his hands.

  “These are the ben wa balls, Elizabeth., I’m going to slide them inside you now then I’m going to blindfold you. Okay, love?”

  He’s going to flog me…and I know I’m going to love it!

  “Yes.” The excitement I feel inside is clear in my voice.

  Moving back down to the foot of the bed, he holds the balls in one hand and strokes my sex with a finger from the other. Oh those incredible fingers of his, sliding, gliding, moving through my lips, my folds, around my clit, in my hole, they’re making me drunk. He lowers himself and begins to slide the balls over my mound, rolling them over my clit, around and around my sex and it feels divine, before pushing them up inside me. I don’t really feel anything until I clench then it feels…yummy.

  He picks up one of my stockings and comes to stand by my head. “Lift up, love.”

  I do and close my eyes. The nylon touching my skin is always another match to my fire, making me burn hotter. I love how my other senses instantly intensify. I feel more, hear m
ore, smell more. I can smell Marco and he always makes my mouth water.

  My focus turns to the sounds of the tempo of the music, the different notes as if played on my bare flesh and it pulses inside of me, fast, slow, high, low and I’m riding it, soaring with it.

  Take me, baby, I want to soar.

  Marco begins this newest experience of extreme pleasure for me. Something glides softly across my skin, over my breasts and stomach, down my legs and over my sex, making me clench and I hug the balls inside me, oh yes. Again. It begins to stroke me faster, up and down my body, then up, flicking my nipples, and then, FLICK on my sex, nipping my clit. The jolts spasm through my body as everything tenses and I grab the balls tightly. Ooooh, yes, I feel my orgasm building. There’s a long moan. I realize it’s coming from me.

  Please, Marco, more. The words are chanting in my mind.

  The licks across my skin are getting sharper, nipping, stroking, biting lightly, all up and down me, on my breasts, then a light bite on my clit, laying across my pussy like long fingers slapping me softly.

  “Aaaaaahhh!!”

  Yes! Yes! Yes! My mind is screaming. I’m so close, the wave is cresting almost ready to crash.

  Then nothing. No movement, no sound, nothing except for the music and my heavy breathing.

  “Please, Marco.” There is so much need in my voice.

  “Are you ready to come, baby?” His voice is very raw and deep, not like I’ve ever heard him sound like before.

  “Yes, please, now…” My hands are grasping the straps. I’m trying to hold on, to what I’m not sure.

  There’s a light thump then I feel him climbing up the bed between my legs. His hands hold my thighs as his tongue swipes my sex, lapping up the juices I’m sure have seeped out of me.

  Two fingers slide along my folds then slip down my cheeks and into my ass.

  “Yes, Marco, please, now…” Oh, my God! He’s killing me and he knows it. Almost there, so close, so damn close!

  Pulling his fingers out, he opens me up more and slowly pulls out the balls. Oh, I almost came just with that. I hear them thump onto the floor. Then he’s rubbing me with the head of his cock, deliciously stroking me, petting me, like velvet over my pussy.

  A moan from down deep inside me reverberates through me before leaving my body.

  Finally his body lowers over the length of mine. Sweet release is coming and my body sings out. His tongue licks my open lips, tracing them and my tongue meets his. He pulls it into his mouth sucking just the tip of it. The head of his cock mirrors my tongue, penetrating me and my pussy tries to suck it in the way his mouth is sucking my tongue. He tortures me like that giving me just that little bit.

  His hands grasp my hips as he raises himself slightly, pulling his mouth from mine, and he pushes all the way inside me.

  “Ooooohhh, yes…” I am so erotically high I’m soaring through the stars. Yes, baby, take me there, ride me through the universe until I explode into a million pieces.

  “I know, baby, so sweet.” He sounds deliciously intoxicated as well and it makes me smile.

  Marco thrusts in and out of me, slowly, rhythmically, my sex like velvet around his silk shaft, I begin to fall and it’s going to be exquisite. Two of his fingers take hold of one of my nipples as two others pinch my clit.

  “OH, GOOOOOOOD!” I scream loud, long and deep. My orgasm is intense, so long and so hard. He doesn’t let go, keeping me going, not breaking the pace of his slow erotic thrusts. Oh God, it’s the most exquisite torturous orgasm, and it doesn’t end.

  Finally releasing me, his hands grab my hips tightly and he begins to pound into me hard and deep and I feel him getting harder, twitching inside me. A long, low growl comes from inside him as his fingers dig deeper into my flesh. And he rams his huge thickness into me, burying it as far as it can go, as he pulls my pussy tightly to him, connecting us, grinding us together as he comes.

  He collapses on top of me, covering my face with kisses.

  “How are you, baby, okay?” he asks huskily as he unfastens the straps on one of my arms then he moves to the other, rubbing the flesh to get the blood flowing there again.

  “Oh, my God, Marco, better than okay.” I’m still reeling from that orgasm.

  “Mmmm, so you liked it,” he says sounding satisfied and slightly amused.

  “Don’t tease me, Marco.”

  “Baby, I’m not teasing you, I’m just so happy that you like and want what I do to you.”

  I raise my arms over his head with some effort to hold him close, his heart beating hard against mine.

  “Marco,” I say softly, pecking him lightly on his lips, “I love everything about you.”

  His eyes search my face, my eyes, my lips. His smile is so big and so sincere as he kisses me with so much intensity, squeezing me tightly until I almost can’t breathe.

  “Me too, baby, so much,” he says kissing me again.

  He moves to undo the straps at my ankles then he massages and kisses them tenderly and lovingly. The action is so intimate it takes my breath away.

  “Be right back, love, I’m going to get a towel.” He gets up and gathers all of our toys and on his way to the bathroom, I watch that beautiful dragon moving on his broad back and, God, do I love to watch his ass. Every time I see it I want to bite it. He stops at the closet to put the flogger away, then goes to bathroom with the ben wa balls. I hear running water as he washes them and wets the towel. He comes back and places the balls in the box leaving it open to give them some time to dry completely then he begins the work of cleaning me up. I am beginning to relish these times after intimacy, the intimate way he cares for me.

  We finally settle down. The restraints are gone, the toys are put away, and it’s just him and me and the bright moon breaking through the misty clouds in the sky coming in through the window behind the bed. We’re so close, our bodies entwined, flesh to flesh, heartbeat against heartbeat, breath mixed with breath.

  “I love the way you feel in my arms, Elizabeth. You soothe me and make me feel alive.”

  “Me too, baby, so much.” My words are whispered but the feeling is shouted.

  Marco’s arms tighten around me as I close my eyes and fall happily asleep.

  I turn in bed and stretch my arms over my head but quickly yank them back as a dull throb shoots down them. I raise my knee and the muscles in my thighs complain to me as well. I smile mischievously reliving last night in my mind. That had to be some of the most incredible and amazing best sex I’ve ever had. My eyes roll to the back of my head remembering it. The things Marco does to me, with or without toys, is beyond words. I roll over only to find the bed empty next to me and a feeling of disappointment gnaws at me. The blanket falls exposing my bare body as I lift myself up on my elbows. I look around the room hoping to catch a glimpse of that beautiful naked man moving effortlessly about as his muscles flex below his golden skin. I love to watch him move as the different plains and valleys shift and tighten under the surface. I just want to sink my teeth into him.

  The room is empty except for me and I don’t think he’s in the bathroom because the door is open.

  “Brian, are you sure?”

  I hear his muffled voice coming from the main rooms through the closed bedroom door. I get up and head to the bathroom to say hello the homeless woman that comes to see me pretty often in the mirror after I sleep with Marco.

  Closing the door behind me, I step up to the double-sink counter.

  “Good morning, and I don’t care what you look like. Last night was amazing.” I say defiantly at my reflection then bring home my point by sticking my tongue out at her. I’m almost forty years old, and I’m talking to my imaginary friend in the mirror and sticking my tongue out at her. What’s wrong with this picture? I chuckle at the wonderfully silly action and what seeing her really means. I got fucked to the moon and back and it was fantastic!

  I wash my face and brush my teeth then try to untangle the mess of my hair. Two white terrycloth rob
es hang on the hook behind the door, a big one and a small one. I take the small one and put it on and head out to the kitchen.

  Marco’s leaning over the bar in only a soft pair of jeans, barefoot with his broad back spread wide pulling the dragon taut across it, a visual image of his mood.

  “And who did you talk to exactly?”

  I stand silently at the entrance to the bedroom not daring to interrupt. By the sound of his voice I think it’s pretty serious.

  “Uh huh, and he couldn’t give any specific information or names, is that right?”

  A pause as Marco listens to Brian. I assume it’s still Brian. The seconds seem to drag on forever. I can’t help but try to hear what is being said, even from this distance. I know they’ve got to be discussing the situation with Marco’s permits. He stands and turns and finally sees me . His brows furrow and that tiny expression makes my anxiety rise.

  Oh, shit, was I not supposed to hear this? Nothing was said. Or does he not want me here? I turn to go back to the bedroom and check myself because what I really want is to run.

  “Brian, hold on. Elizabeth, wait a minute, baby.” He waits to continue speaking until I turn to look at him and he holds up one finger.

  “Okay, Bri, yeah, how about tomorrow? We can get some coffee in the morning or something and talk about this.” A pause. “Okay, I’ll text you later, thanks a lot, man, I owe you.”

  He sets the phone down and closes the space between us in just a few long strides.

  Wrapping me in his arms he kisses me gently. “Good morning, sleepy head. How’d you sleep?”

  “Great, Marco. Is everything okay?”

  He lets out a heavy sigh. “Yeah, actually it’s good. We’re starting to get a lead on the situation with the permits.”

  “Really? That’s excellent.” I feel relieved, very relieved, because it will help him fix whatever is going with that and also because of the fact that what he’s upset about is not me.