Don’t Feed

Carlyle pulled up her hair and pinned it so that she could take a shower and the hairs on her arms stood up. He had arrived. She turned slowly and looked at him as he closed her door. He hasn’t bothered to wear a shirt or hide the leathery wings that were furled at his side. He turned slowly and gave her a little smile. He knew better than to be up here during working hours. Scarlett was going to be fit to be tied.

She crossed her arms over her breasts and raised a brow at him

“You are not supposed to be up here.” She said as he stepped forward as his eyes ran up and down her naked body. He reached out a finger and ran it down her arm. She tried to ignore the shiver it caused in her body.

“I rarely do what I’m supposed to do, which thrills you to your toes and if you think Scarlett doesn’t know I’m up here, you are more foolish than I thought.” He said as he pulled her arms apart and stepping up to her body.

His hand took a familiar tour of her body. Calloused hands running over the smooth skin of her stomach up to her breasts. Her breath caught but she didn’t stop him as his hand slid up around her neck pulling her forward. Pulling her up so her lips were against his as he spoke.

“Kiss me.” He demanded. And oh how she wanted to. She wanted to feel the firmness of his lips against hers as his tongue slid into her mouth to mingle with hers. She shook her head instead.

“Do not start things we can not finish.” She whispered, her tongue darting out to taste his lips despite her best intentions. He growled and her knees went weak. He knew as well as she did, an incubus and a succubus couldn’t have sex. Well they could but no one was quite sure what would happen with they orgasmed… and tried to feed. Some theories said nothing, others promised dire consequences.

“Fine.” He growled and took her lips in a punishing kiss as his hand roamed down her body again. His talented hands finding all those sensitive spots on her body that made her moan into his mouth and pull him closer. He walked her backwards and pinned her against the wall. His hands slid down her body cupping her ass and pulling her against him. Her legs wrapped around his waist as her nails raked down the center of his back. That sensitive spot right between his wings. It was a dangerous game they played and they had played it for years. Pushing each other to the absolute limit that heartbeat before either of them came before breaking apart.

His hand slithered between their bodies and cupped her sex. She pulled her lips from him.

“We should stop.” She said breathlessly as she nibbled on the column of his neck. Her body arching into his hand. He growled again and aggressively slid a finger into her body causing her to give a scream of pleasure. He slid another finger inside her hooking them up to catch that spot of oblivion. One. Two. Three strokes and she pushed him away with all her might ending up in a crumpled heap on the floor panting looking up at him with glowing golden eyes.

“Damn it Dafydd.” She finally panted out. At least he looked worse for wear as well. Sweat glistened on his skin and his eyes glowed the same golden hue. His hands were in fists and every muscle in his body was tightened waiting for a release.

His eyes captured hers as he began to unbutton and shove aside his pants. He cupped himself in his hand and ran up and down the length of his cock.

“Don’t feed.” He reminded in a gravelly voice. His long dark hair fell forward over his rugged face as he looked down at her. He took a step forward and stroked himself again.

“You remember as well.” She said huskily as she opened her legs giving him full view of her dripping sex. She leaned back against the wall and let her hands wander over her body. Over her breast, tweaking each nipple just so that had them both moaning in pleasure. Her hands slid down her stomach until her finger glided along the engorged button.

Her eyes never left his as she tortured the nub with her fingers, coaxing out the little sounds of pleasure that he so craved. It would be so easy to sip. Sip from the pleasure that they both created. But neither of them dared.

“Do it.” He demanded. Each stroke came faster and faster. She licked her bottom lip and slid a finger inside her and couldn’t hold back the groan of pleasure. She was so close. And him being here made it so much more thrilling. She slid another finger inside herself and mimicked his position from earlier, hooking a finger up to catch her g-spot. She felt the beginning of the orgasm at the top of her head.

“Dafydd” She whispered a moment before every muscle in her body tensed, locking in place for a heartbeat before she let go. A scream escaping her lips as her body spasmed with orgasm. The glow in his eyes was blinding for a moment before she watched his mouth open, no sound coming out as his hips jerked and his seed spilled over his hands and onto the floor. Carlyle panted and slowly closed her legs. The orgasm was great but she felt… unsatisfied Like she always did after the two of them couldn’t help themselves.

“Damn it” She said getting to her feet. SHe grabbed her robe throwing it on and belting it. He didn’t even look repentant. He grabbed one of the towels cleaning himself up. He shrugged a shoulder and leaned forward kissing her on the cheek.

“One of these days we are going to find out what happens when I cum so deep inside you, we aren’t sure where you end and I begin.”


Hood (featuring Raina)

She stepped into the shop with a click of her heels on the tile floor. She touched a couple of things. Ran her hand down a fur coat but was merely browsing. Really she was looking for him. He was in the mens department fitting a man for a suit. That was one thing he knew better than anyone she ever met before. He knew the exact type of suit that would work with every man. A man’s man. He didn’t even wear a suit to work himself. He once said the point of a suit is to help a man look his best and the last thing a man needed was a comparison. A simple pair of nice pants and a button down dress shirt, and as always the tell tale suspenders, was his work attire. He sold more suits than the rest of the store combined.

He didn’t even acknowledge her, but she knew he had seen her. He didn’t hurry or rush his customer. They spoke for another fifteen minutes before the man headed back to the dressing room and a smile slipped across her lips as she watched him head to the register. He spoke to the woman there for a moment and then he stepped to the back room. She touched a few more things before heading out the front doors.

Her steps hurried around to the back of the store where her car sat. She touched the hood and almost hummed with pleasure. Just warm enough. She sat on the hood bundled up in the fur coat she had bought from that very shop and waited.

He walked out the door and her heart sped up. He had thrown on a trench coat that was still unbuttoned despite the ever increasing threat of snow. He walked over slowly to her. Her eyes devoured him. Tall, broad shouldered and a trim waist. He stepped up to the edge of the car. His hands slid up her legs to her thighs. He still hasn’t said a word as he pressed her legs open and stepped between them.

Even with her sitting on the car, he towered over her. His lips pressed against the side of her throat. His hands cupped around her hips and slid her down to the edge of the car, her softness cradling his hardness.

“I told you I was working.” He said against her ear. She shivered at the grumbly tone. Her hands traveled inside his jacket up his chest. Her fingers running along his suspenders up to his shoulders. He waited a response to his admonishment. She leaned forward brushing her lips over his softly.

He pulled back raising a brow at her. She tilted her head to the side and gave him a small little smile wordlessly. He shook his head and finally gave her that grin; that lopsided grin; that made things clench low in her body. He leaned forward kissing her softly. He let the kiss linger on her lips. No deeper. His lip caressing hers, more intimate simply because it was simply lips touching. He waited until she relaxed into the kiss, her body arching against his. He waited until she was just on the verge of changing her mind before he moved.

In the blink of an eye he moved. He moved from between her thighs and used the hands on her hips to flip her over on the hood of the car. Her hands splayed out in front of her. The wind was knocked out of her for a moment and by time she was able to get air back into her lungs she felt his hands on her thighs again. He was working his way up her body, pushing the skirt up with each slow movement of his hands until her skirt was thrown up bunching at her waist. She heard a grunt as her bare ass was exposed to his view. His hand caressed her, a smooth slide of palm against skin and then an ever so slight touch of the garters that framed her ass to perfection. She turned looking back at him seeing the look of satisfaction on his face. His eyes locked with hers for a moment as his hand came down hard against the cheek he had just been caressing. She gasped at the  pleasure of the pain. Another slap to the other cheek and she couldn’t watch anymore. Her eyes closed as she groaned as her forehead fell to the the hood of the warmed car. His hand soothed away the pain with another caress.

“Good Girl.” Just those two words made her toes curl in her boots. All because she hadn’t worn underwear. She couldn’t help but smile…until she gasped as his hand cupped her sex. His finger slid along the inside of her lips, a light skimming of her sensitive flesh. She shivered and pushed back against him. He smacked her ass in retaliation. She groaned and banged her head on the hood of the car. He only had so much time, if he spent the entire time teasing her she very well might kill him.

“Patience is a virtue.” He whispered, sliding the digit up and down again, this time taking the time to pay special attention to her clit.  She bit on her bottom lip, her breath catching as his thumb ran up and down her clit

“Not one I posses.” She said breathlessly restraining herself from pushing back against him again. She heard him chuckle, his free hand sliding up her body and cupping her breast. He pinched her nipple just hard enough for her to gasp but not too hard to cause actual pain. She knew then she was right where he wanted her.

She heard the oh so familiar and wonderful sound of his belt being undone and the zipper going down. It was amazing how she got  even wetter than she already was with just that innocuous sound. The anticipation was mounting and it was almost as pleasurable as the feeling of him sliding in and out of her body. And she wanted… needed that with every fiber of her being. She knew better than to ask, or to move too soon. That hadn’t worked out so well for her last time. He had left her panting and wanting as punishment. He had got her just to the edge of oblivion and had left her to go back to work.

His hands slid back to her hips as he pressed his hard member against her bare ass. He reached up and put his hand in her hair, grabbed a handful pulling her head back slightly, causing her back to arch. He leaned forward and growled in her ear. Her body shivered from her head to the tip of her toes. She wanted to squeeze her legs together, give herself a bit of relief, but that wasn’t going to happen. Instead she got wetter in anticipation, her hands curling into fists as her clit throbbed. He knew just what to do to turn her on, just where to touch… to tantalize.

It was as if he read her mind. With one hand still in her hair pulling her head back toward him, he used the other to line himself up with the opening of her now dripping wet pussy. With one fast, hard, motion, he entered her. The entire length of his penis penetrated her causing her to gasp for breath needing to scream, but she knew she couldn’t.They would be discovered. He pulled back almost to the point that just the tip stayed inside her, and then pounded into her again just as deep and hard as the first time, but with a smack to the ass this time. She released a small squeal, despite herself.  She bit down on her lip to keep control of herself, but it wasn’t going to continue to work much longer.

He chuckled at the knowledge that she was starting to lose control and time was getting away from them. The decision to stop playing games and give her what she really came for, was made in an instant.  He pulled out of her, rolling  her back over to face him. Standing between her spread thighs he pulled her to him and entered her all in one smooth  motion. She wrapped her arms around his neck as her legs naturally encircled his body. Their bodies moved together like perfectly harmonized music only they could hear.  Their bodies moved in rhythm. A rhythm that had been perfected over the years together. Hearts and bodies moving in desperation toward the ultimate goal.  They moved faster each thrust deeper than the one before until finally they both came together,  just like always.

They each took a moment to catch their breath and then quickly adjusted their clothing. She smiled at him with that smile he knew so well, the smile of satisfaction. He softly kissed her lips and whispered in her ear,

“See you next time.” He turned and walked back into the building with a grin on his face as she got in her car and drove off.

Can I keep you?

She padded in on bare feet and leaned against the door frame. He was working… again. He was always working. Up before she got up and home long after she had gone to bed. Enough was enough. She walked into the room wearing nothing but one of his crisp white work shirts.

She ran her hand over the back of his chair. He still hadn’t looked up, but that was no surprise. She leaned over behind him, her hands covering his on the keyboard. She saved his progress and shut the laptop.

She ignored his growling and walked around the chair putting her finger to his lips. She didn’t want to hear it. Not at the moment. She wanted his full attention on her. She slid onto his lap straddling him. His shirt riding up her thighs. She definitely had his attention. Her lips pulled into a smile as her finger covered his lips

She leaned forward and kissed the side of his neck. He was still sputtering but his hands were on her hips, his thumbs running along circles at the junctions of her thighs. His desire to fight, to get back to work, was lost. Her lips ran down his neck, her fingers unbuttoned his shirt, and her hands then spread over his chest. She smiled even wider when his hands gripped her hips and pulled her closer.

She worked her way back up his neck until she was sitting up and looking at him. She gave him a soft smile before leaning forward and brushing her lips against his. It was a fleeting, featherlight touch, almost hesitant, as if she was actually afraid of being rebuffed.

He smiled against her lips and took control of the kiss, his hand running up her body and tangling in her hair. He let his lips linger against her, enjoying that simple contact without demanding more. He let the passion build. Neither of them wanted this to be over to soon.

He waited until she moved restlessly against him and then he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding along the seam of her lips until she opened to him. His fingers tightened in her hair and he tilted her head just so. Just at the perfect angle for him to ravage her mouth

With each swipe of his tongue she rocked against him, wanting more, but now that she had his attention he was determined to tease and torment, a bit of a punishment for interrupting, not that he really cared anymore.

Her fingers caressed the skin that she revealed from unbuttoning his shirt, then swiftly she tugged his shirt out of his pants. She ran her hands over his body until his breath caught. He was affected as much as she was. It was a heady sensation.

His hand left her hair only to trail down her body. He caressed her through the material of his crisp white shirt. Her nipples reacted immediately, even though he purposely didn’t touch her there. He pulled back out of her kiss so that he could watch her as he slowly unbuttoned the shirt. His fingers just barely brushing her skin as his eyes dropped and he revealed her skin to his gaze.

He waited until the shirt was completely undone before slowly pushing the material back to reveal her naked body to his hungry gaze. He pushed her back slightly so she was leaning against the edge of the desk. She suddenly got self conscious and tried to cover her body. He chuckled and took her her arms spreading them wide so he could look her body up and down at his leasure.

“Mine” He said softly as his head dipped and kissed her collarbone. His lips made slow work down her chest. Pausing every few seconds to lavish attention on a particular spot before making his lazy way down to her breast. She was breathless with anticipation, her back arching for his ease. He grinned up at her, that half smile that melted her, before his lips surrounded her nipple.

Her nails bit into the flesh of his shoulders as he lavished attention on her breast.She made that small whimper at the back of her throat that he loved as he nipped, sucked, and licked his way from one breast to the other.

By the time she heard the distinct sound of his zipper being dragged down she was more than ready to help him shove his pants down. Her eyes went to his as she wrapped her fingers around him. For a moment, she was in charge. As she pumped her hand up and down the length of him, she watched as his beautiful amber eyes fade to the darkness of dilation due to his increasing desire. But it was only a moment of power. He removed her hands with a bit of a growl and lifted her up. He held her, hovering for a heart beat of time, making sure that he had her undivided attention, before slowly lowering her down.

She panted, a moan escaping her as she took him one slow centimeter at a time. He waited until he filled her up, his eyes never leaving hers, and then he began to move. One slow thrust at a time. He watched as the intensity built in her eyes, and he could see the pure pleasure he brought her there as well. She leaned forward her forehead against his. There was an intimacy in the act. The mingling of breath as they moved together in the sensual dance. His hands gripped onto her hips pulling down to meet each of his thrusts.

Before she was ready she felt the fluttering that signaled she was close to climax. Her nails bit into the flesh of his shoulders as the thrust came harder and faster. He moved his head back so that he was staring back in her eyes. He wanted to see her face when he pushed her over the edge. He wanted to see the rapture on her face. The moment before, the second before she fell into oblivion, he whispered against her lips. 

“Can I keep you?”

Full Moon

Come to me by the light of the full moon

In the rich, dark velvet of magic

For one night, the world holds its breath

And indulges in sensual delights

Come to me by the light of  the full moon

Let me feel your body against mine

Your lips on my lips.

Let me taste you as our tongues dance

I want to feel your hands on my body

The slide of rough hands

Against soft skin

Holding the weight of my breast in your hand

A thumb running across my nipple

Torturing the nub til each swipe

Is a lightning bolt of feeling straight to my clit

I want your hands on my neck

A slight pressure taking my breath

Come to me by the light of the full moon

I want to feel your body surging into mine

Each thrust taking me closer to the edge of oblivion

I want your hands in my hair

Tugging my head to the side, exposing my neck to your teeth

Teeth marks on my neck and down my breast.

I want your nails trailing down my back

Leaving score marks in their wake.

Come to me by the light of the full moon

Make my fantasies come true.


Do you remember your first kiss

Was it was awkward Weird

And you couldn’t figure out where the noses went

Do you remember your last kiss

Was it a quick peck

Did he hold you close

Did his tongue slide along yours as your mouths merged

Was it soft, a brush of his lips against yours

An amuse-bouche of a taste

Or was it hard and passionate

His hand tangled in your hair

Where teeth gnashed together

And no one cared where the noses went

When you kiss and your eyes close

Do you see fireworks behind your lids

When your lips meet

When you kiss

Does your body press against his

Or do you touch only at your lips

Does the world stop spinning

Does the world start spinning

Do you crave it? Need it? Miss it?

Good Girl

“Undress. Lay on the bed. Put the blindfold on.”

The instructions were simple and written in a bold hand. She ran a finger over them as she looked around. The room was very masculine. It was decorated in natural wood and shades of black and grey. In the middle of the room was a king sized bed. The bed had been turned down and waiting for her. The only other piece of furniture in the room was a mahogany desk that had the note and the mask on it.

She undressed quickly down to the matching purple lace bra and boy shorts. She sat on the edge of the bed and picked up the mask.The mask was softer than she would have thought.  Slipping it on her eyes, she laid back on the bed and waited.

She was almost to the point of getting up and leaving when she heard the door open accompanied by the sound of his foot steps across the carpet. Her ears strained to hear what was going on, she so badly wanted to peek, but she refrained. He walked back and forth a few times and then placed something heavy on the desk. She was kind of surprised at the amount of information she was able to obtain without actually being able to see what is going on.

“I said to undress. And while the purple is lovely against your skin, that was not what you were told to do.” His voice was rumbly. The kind of voice you just wanted to listen to for hours. A southern drawl with something… a little more. She couldn’t put her finger on it.  And then, it didn’t matter. He ran his hands up her legs, kissing her thighs with a feather light touch,and gently pulled down her lace underwear.

“Roll over.” He said softly, the breath of his words fluttering over the skin of her stomach. She immediately rolled over thinking he wanted to unhook her bra. The stinging slap of his hand  on her bare ass caught her by surprise. But what surprised her more was the thrill of arousal that shot through her.

She felt his fingers on her bra. He ran his finger along the strap line before unhooking it. He lips pressed to the spot that he revealed, pressing lightly for a moment before another stinging slap on the other cheek. Her body clenched in reaction, shivering at the combination of pleasure and pain.

“The first was for the underwear. The second for the bra.” He said softly. She felt him get up off the bed and heard him walk across the room. Her mind was wandering a thousand different directions wondering what his plans were for her, but that was part of the pleasure of it all. When he returned, he caressed her face and slipped a pair of noise canceling headphones on her ears. They were playing white noise at a low volume. Suddenly she could hear nothing. She could see nothing. But she could feel everything.

He turned her back over and finished taking off her bra. His fingers lingered longer in some areas more than others. Stroking her flesh as the straps slid down her arms. Every touch seemed so much more intense with her other senses muted. Her breath caught and she reached her hands for him. He took her hands in his, kissing the inside of each of her palms before placing a fur lined cuff on each wrist. He stretched her arms above her head and hooked the cuffs to the headboard. She was splayed out for his pleasure.

Then he began kissing her. He started at her lips, kissing them gently,and slowly he deepened the kiss. Each stroke of his tongue sliding along hers, wrapping her up in a strong burning passion.

His lips moved from her lips down to her neck. She gasped as he nipped at the sensitive spot at her collarbone, and her hands gripped onto the chain connected to her cuffs a little tighter, all the while his hands began to run along her body. She could feel every raised callus as he palmed her breast. Digits sliding across her nipples and plucking at the silver rings that pierced her chocolate nubs.

Her breathing caught as his lips followed the path of fire his hands had made. She arched her back as his lips ran down her neck. He paused closing his teeth around her throat. Her toes curled as another thrill of excitement ran through her. A small reminder that she was at his mercy. The soft kiss to the same area reminded her that he appreciated it.

His lips continued down, fluttering kisses across her chest to her breast. She was writhing beneath his ministrations. Trying to move his lips to her breast. He bit down on the flesh above her areola. She gasped, a moan escaping her, pleasure spiking through her at the small, wordless punishment and she tried to stop moving.

Eventually his lips made their way to her nipple. The first touch was light. If all of her other senses had not been muted she wasn’t even sure she would have felt it. The second touch was more substantial, his tongue actually darting out swiping across the anticipating nipple. She felt the bed dip and his position change as he sucked her into the humid heat of his mouth. Her back arched up off the bed her hands in tight fists above her head.

She whimpered softly as his tongue laved across her nipple one… two… three times before his teeth scraped across it. She tugged at the chain wanting loose, wanting more. She felt him chuckle, the vibration going right to her clit. She was surprised at how intense it a little chuckle felt being that she couldn’t hear it and could only feel it against her skin and down through her body. This made her want him more. He took the opportunity of her annoyance to surround her nipple with his teeth as he teasingly yet vigorously flicked her nipple ring up and down with the tip of his tongue. Each flick elicited another moan from her, with each moan his teeth pressed deeper into her flesh. The exquisite torture breaking out a light sheen of sweat over her body, the wetness between her legs increasing.

The pain pleasure was gone for a moment. She didn’t know whether to be disappointed or not, but she didn’t have time to think about it. His palm was on the breast he had abandoned, and his lips had moved to the un-tortured breast. It started all over again. The teasing little kisses, the flick of the nipple ring… and then the teeth. She screamed his name, tugging on the chains again, and a small orgasm rolled through her. She panted, her body relaxing against the bed, feeling his self satisfied smile against her chest.

His hands smoothed down her body, petting her as she came down off the first orgasm of the night. The chain binding her to the bed loosened and he helped her sit up. He turned her body so that she was sitting on the edge of the bed. She suddenly felt very vulnerable, sitting there knowing that he was looking at her naked body. He didn’t touch her for a moment, long enough that she began to fidget in anticipation.

Suddenly he tugged on the joined cuffs until she slid down to the floor onto her knees. She knew this game. She tilted her chin up and opened her lips for him. His hand reached out and caressed her hair. She felt the press of him on her bottom lip. Her tongue flickered out swiping across the head, teasing him like he teased her. He tightened his grip in her hair, a silent warning he was not to be toyed with. With a small smile she took him into her mouth.

Her tongue wrapped along the underside of his cock as he slid deeper into her mouth. Once she reached the point she could not take him anymore, she wrapped her hand around the base, giving her a little bit of control of the depth to which he could go. She bobbed her head up and down him a few times, experimenting on what caused a reaction. What would make him swell on her tongue, and would cause his hand to tighten in her hair in reaction.

It was then and only then that she actually went to work, hollowing out her cheeks and swallowing him down and deep as she could take him. She tightened her hand around the silk covered steel in her hand. With each suck, she pumped her hand up and down. Her tongue never stopped moving, licking along the slit tasting the precum, proof of his excitement. She let her teeth ever so lightly drag against him, adding another sensation.

His hand fisted in her hair. Never directing her, letting her set her own pace, but encouraging her in every suck and drag of her tongue. She felt him begin to swell against her tongue and a secret thrill rushed straight to her clit. There was nothing like bringing a man to completion with your tongue. She lifted a hand to push the earphones off. She wanted to hear him cum. Hear his groan of completion. She knew it was probably a bad idea, but decided to do it anyway.

As soon as her hand left him, he took a step back, slipping out of her mouth, and the hand in her hair tightened, just this side of painful, as he straightened the headphones back on her ears.

She wasn’t sure what happened after that. Everything moved so fast. One moment she was on her knees, the next she was pulled to her feet and pushed forward onto the bed. Her nipples were still sensitive that and she gasped at just the sheet running across them.

One of his hands cupped her hip, pulling her back slightly as his other hand snaked down between her legs. He cupped her mound, one finger sliding along her clit. She shivered against the slight touch. Her whole body vibrated with need and she pushed her hips back against him.

While the stinging slap was a surprise, the thrill that ran through her was not this time. She gasped and panted softly, her back arching slightly, almost asking for another slap.

Of course he wasn’t so obliging. Instead he stroked her clit until she was writhing under his ministrations. It was then that he slipped one finger in her. She clawed at the sheet, trying to escape the onslaught of pleasure. But he had her firmly by the hip and wasnt letting go.

He inserted another finger, fucking her with the two fingers. He held her just on the edge of cumming before withdrawing his fingers from her completely. She growled in frustration trying to move so that she could finish herself off.

His hands gripping onto her hips was the only warning she got. One moment she was trying to move off the bed, the next he had her by her hips, pulling her back and slamming into her all at once.

She could hear the scream that left her over the white noise of the headphones. He didn’t stay still, giving her a chance to acclimate to his invasion. No, instead he was moving in a frenzy. Almost as if he had been pushed to his own limits. His hands stayed on her hips for a few moments, but it wasn’t long before she felt his hand in her hair again.

He tugged her up by her hair, and never stopped moving inside her. He had her partially up so that she was using her hands to hold herself up, and leaned forward so he surrounded her body. He was everywhere around her and inside her and it made the pleasure..the pleasure that he was giving her, so much more impassioned. She shuddered, her arms almost giving out. The moment she tried however, his hand tightened in her hair.

He tilted her head to the side exposing her neck to him. She didn’t have time to think what was next. He exposed her neck and the same time he thrust deep into her, pulling her back against her with the hand that was gripping onto her hip, he bit that vulnerable sensitive piece of flesh. It was just too much. Another scream left her as she came hard against him. Her body thrusting back mindlessly as she continued to quake around his cock.

His hips surged harder and faster. She doubted she would be able to walk in the morning. He let go of her hair so that both hands were on her hips. He surged into her again and again until she felt him go stock, still deep inside her. She felt, rather than heard, the groan that left his body as he came. She couldn’t breathe. Her whole body throbbed and she had never felt better in her life.

He withdrew from her body and left her spread out on the bed. She didn’t have the energy to move, and honestly she didn’t have permission to move, so she stayed where he had left her.

A few moments later, the earphones were removed. It took her a moment to realize she could hear. He was saying her name. Asking if she were alright. She nodded not moving much more than that. She heard him chuckle. Just that easy she felt a thrill of excitement run through her.

Next came off the cuffs. They had been surprisingly comfortable. She rubbed her wrists as he took off her mask. When she opened her eyes, it was to see his eyes. Honey amber. He leaned forward kissing her softly.

“Good Girl.”


The rain started moments before she entered the bar, just enough to make everything a little bit damp. Fuck the rain. Fuck the night. And most especially Fuck him. She shook her hair out and made her way to the bar. She ordered a shot and threw it back just as she ordered another. The other patrons stared. This was not the type of woman they were used to. She was dressed modestly in a knee-length skirt and a top that barely showed a hint of cleavage. It looked like the librarian had stepped into the bar. A librarian on a mission.

She looked around the bar for someone. No one specific but someone to hurt… no fuck him. This was about her feeling better. Her eyes began filtering over the men there. Too old.. Too young.. actually he was ok. She threw back the shot and looked down the bar at the ordinary looking guy at the end of the bar.

The lightning lit up the gloomy club for a moment, catching everyone in various stages of drinking. She could tell that some were there to have a good time, some just to relax, and some trying to escape. She saw a woman leaning over to take a shot at the pool table giving the man she was with a perfect opportunity to look down her top.

The bartender was pouring a drink but her attention was immediately fascinated by the man stepping into the bar. For a moment she saw him. Saw everything about him. Felt his presence from all the way across the room. The next instant thunder shook the small bar and the entire room plunged into darkness.

A woman, probably the one at the pool table, screamed as if she had never been in the dark before. A moment later the emergency lights were on giving the whole building an eerie glow, from the bottles of liquor on the top shelf to the wooden boards beneath her feet.  She looked back down the bar at the man she had set her sights on. He was smiling and nodded. Great. She had his attention. Now what. She had never picked up a man in her life.

“Too tame.” A growled whisper in her ear had her turning around, and there he was. The man from the door. The man whose very presence filled up the room with his being. She opened her full lips to speak but nothing came out.

“You didn’t come here for someone like that. Someone you could pick up a coffee shop. You came for something new. Different. Exciting.” As he spoke he walked around her, never touching her, but she could still feel the heat coming off his body. He smelled like leather and… sin. She never thought that she would be able to put her finger on what sin smelled like, but there it was. There was no other description for it.

Her eyes widened as he leaned forward, his lips against her ear.

“You came here for a reason. I offer myself as tribute.” A soft chuckle tickled her ear and sent a shiver down her spine. He took a step back and held out his hand to her. He nodded his head toward a set of stairs hidden behind the bar… and waited.

White teeth bit down on a full lip and she could have sworn she heard him groan. His hand stayed steady and his eyes, those amber eyes, stayed on hers. Her hand slowly reached out and took his.

His hands were rough,unlike the white-collar men she had always been with all of her life. Men that had never done a day’s worth of hard work in their life. She stumbled a bit as he tugged her forward and to the stairs. She smoothed  out her skirt with her hand, anxious and nervous as they made their way up the stairs.

It was an efficiency apartment from what she could see. It was dark, the room only being lit up by the frequent flash of lightning. She was starting to chicken out when he pulled her toward him gently as to not scare her. She stumbled forward, her hands falling flat against his chest again.

Before she could say anything his lips were on hers. It was a soft kiss, almost as if he were giving her an out. His hands were on her hips holding her easily against him. She could leave at any moment, and the ability to leave is what solidified her resolve. Her hands traveled up his wet chest and wrapped around his neck pressing her body to his.

The growl rumbled in his chest and escaped into her mouth as the kiss changed. It went from soft and gentle to strong and demanding. He slowly walked her backward until she could feel the wall at her back, kissing her deeply with each step and drawing a reaction with each swipe of his tongue. A reaction, a feeling, she was not familiar with.  

Her back to the wall, his weathered fingers began to make short work of her shirt, sliding the damp material off her shoulders and letting it flutter to the floor. His lips ran down her neck pausing at that sensitive spot at the collar-bone before traveling down her chest.

She laced her fingers into his hair leaning back on the wall for support as he sucked on her breast. She was still wearing a bra, which made the sensation oh so unique. This was unfamiliar to her but it was exactly what she needed, something different.. Lightning lit up the sky just in time for her to see him looking up at her, amber eyes intent on the expression of pleasure on her face. They were plunged into darkness again as the little apartment shook under the onslaught of the thunder.

His lips mimicked the treatment to her other breast before finally reaching behind her and unsnapping the bra, tugging it down her arms. When his tongue touched her naked breast, her back arched offering herself up like a pagan sacrifice. He growled against her breast as he laved the nipple with attention. She moaned softly, her head thrashing back and forth as he switched breasts.

His hands moved down her body, sliding her skirt down to the floor as he tortured her breast. A torture that felt better than anything she had ever felt before. He kissed his way back up her body, the evidence of his arousal pressed against her. He slid his hands to her backside and lifted her up, giving her no choice but to wrap her legs around his tight body.

Having been told by all the men in her life that she was too big, she tried to deny him, but he didn’t give her a chance. His lips were against hers as he moved through the darkened room. Her legs gripped tighter around him with each step he took. He kissed her deeper and with more vigor with every squeeze of her thighs on his waist. One moment they were walking and the next he was placing her on the bed. Their lips never left each other and, from the moment he put her down, his hands never stopped roaming her body. Each stroke of his rough, calloused palms building the fire of pleasure higher and higher.

She moved restlessly against him. Trying to touch everywhere at once. Their lips separated just long enough to tug his shirt up over his head and throw it toward the  growing pile of discarded, unwanted clothing. His lips once again finding hers while her hands started stroking his arms and chest slowly. Her hands were shaking with need by time they began to fumble with his belt buckle. He gently placed his hand over hers with just enough pressure to stop her before pushing her hands away and down by her sides.

This time when his lips traveled down her body, he knew the places that caused her to gasp and moan in pleasure. This time when he paused at her collarbone, he bit down, hard enough that it should have been painful. All she felt was a shot of pleasure that went straight to her clit causing a long tortured moan to escape her lips.

He briefly gave a courtesy swipe of her nipples as he traveled further down causing her eyes to open wide. He kissed her gently on her pubic bone, right above her panty line. His hands traveled up her legs, his fingers hooking on the sensible underwear she wore. He pulled them down her legs and she twisted her hands in the sheets as he kissed the junction of her thighs. He was slow and methodical, making sure to caress and tenderly kiss each of  her legs before throwing them over his shoulders, one at a time.   

He leaned forward brushing his lips over hers and reached above her head grabbing a pillow. She frowned at him in confusion trying to wrap her arms around him. She wanted him inside her, and he knew it. He chuckled softly and kissed her stomach as he lifted her hips up to place the pillow beneath her.

From this vantage point she could see down her body to him positioned between her legs. He spread her legs kissing the insides of each thigh with a little more passion and a little bit of a nibble with each kiss . Kissing up one and down the other without touching her where she wanted his lips the most.  She wiggled and groaned in anticipation. He was teasing her. She tried to wiggle away but he  wrapped his arms around her thighs and pulled her to him. He growled and then he licked but still only to tease her. Her whole body shuddered as he licked her creases and sucked on her dripping wet lips. And yet he still didn’t touch her clit. After a moment she realized he was using her clit as a bullseye. A circular path that had her holding her breath and waiting… anticipating his talented tongue running over it, where she needed him, and being denied. It had her reaching down and grabbing onto his head. She tried to move him where she wanted, he chuckled at her efforts.

“Patience.” He whispered. Patience wasn’t a virtue she possessed, at least not at the moment. She just wanted to cum. She had been on the edge of cumming since the moment he brought her upstairs.

When his tongue finally did touch the place she had been dying for, she clenched her hands in his hair and let out a long soft moan. With each swipe of his tongue he applied a little more pressure. Each swipe a wave of pleasure. Her breathing came in soft gasps. His tongue never left her clit once it got there. He would go from sucking on it, to flicking it lightly, to flicking it quickly. When he felt she was getting too close to a release he would slow things down with long firm strokes against her clit that had her arching up against him, her legs opening wider needing more.

She felt him insert one finger. Not fully, just enough to hook up and tap against her g-spot. He fingered her slowly and gently at first as he continued with the long, slow strokes of his tongue on her now swollen clit. He started to quicken the pace of his tongue in rhythm with his finger tapping her g-spot. He finally allowed her to orgasm and she came apart in his arms. The thunder masked the sound of her scream of release. For one moment everything was tight, every muscle in her body contracted, and the next she was a boneless satiated woman beneath him.

She was panting with a small smile on her lips. That was probably the best orgasm she’d had in three years. Three years of him cheating on her and her needs not getting fulfilled. She was so in her head she barely noticed he had kissed his way back up her body. He nipped at her collarbone, the other side this time, and he had her full attention again. She tugged on his hair and brought his lips to hers once again.

It was a heady sensation, tasting herself on his tongue. She never thought she would like it, but she did. She arched up against him signaling she wanted more and this time when her fingers trailed down to his buckle, he lifted his hips for her.  Her fingers were steady as she unbuckled the Texas sized belt buckle and unzipped his pants. Her hand slipped into his pants, cupped his hard erection in her palm, and gave it a gentle squeeze. He groaned into her mouth as her fingers wrapped around him and pumped up and down a few times as she felt the wetness from his precum on her fingers. She knew she was the reason for it and felt a satisfaction within herself.  Between the both of them, they shucked the rest of his clothes and finally they were flesh to flesh.

She pushed at his shoulders reversing their position. He flashed her a smile and complied, laying back against the mattress, his hands going to her hips. She leaned forward, her lips brushing against his, as her hands explored his body. She felt empowered as his muscles twitched under her fingertips. She leaned forward and flicked her tongue over his nipples and was rewarded with his hands tightening on her hips. She grinned against his chest and repeated the flick on the other nipple all the while sliding her still wet clit across his rock hard penis but not letting him enter her. His breathing changed and he decided he had been patient enough with her explorations and teasing.

One swift move he was above her again,  his mouth on hers, kissing her, desperate and hard. His hands slid up and down her sides gently caressing, igniting the fires of passion again. She arched up against him, inviting him into her body, but he waited. He waited until she was moaning and squirming against him. He pulled his lips back and looked down into her caramel eyes. He paused waiting until she was concentrated on him. Looking up at him before positioning his body.

And then he entered her. One slow inch at a time. His eyes locked with hers, watching her eyes open wide at the stinging pleasure of adjusting to his size. Her hands went to his shoulders and her nails digging in as he withdrew. Another thrust a bit deeper, and another withdrawal. He repeated the process a few more times until he was fully seated within her. This was what she had been craving most of all, what she had needed for so long, and he was the perfect man to give it to her.

She gasped, her nails dug in deeper, and he began to move. Long deep strokes that caused a huff of breath to expel from her every time. Her legs moved restlessly before settling around his waist changing the angle of the stroke to hit just the right spot.

A low growl emanated from him as the strokes became faster. His hands rounding around her hips pulling her up to meet each of his thrusts. The slapping of their bodies and the tune of pleasure being drowned out by the still raging storm. The lightning lit up the room to reveal bodies striving together for the ultimate release.

It didn’t take long for her body to begin to quiver. She hid her face in his chest as his hand slipped over and began to caress her clit. Her head shook back and forth as she felt the climax come. She hovered over the edge of oblivion for one stroke… two… and then she fell headlong into ecstasy. She screamed, her hands raking down his back.

The combination of her spasming around him and the sensory overload of her nails drawing blood, he wasn’t far behind her. His head thrown back, his neck muscles tight, as he roared out his climax.

For a moment neither of them moved. Both overcome by the pleasure coursing through their bodies. And then he collapsed beside her. Neither said a word. And she realized that she never even learned his name. And she was pretty sure she liked it that way.

She turned looking at him for a moment. Watching the rapid up and down of his  chest as he tried to catch his breath. She leaned over and kissed the center of his chest before rolling the other way and began to pick up her clothes and redress. He leaned on his side watching her but not saying a thing. It was perfect.

She finger combed her hair and gave him a grin.

“A very worthy tribute.” She said softly before heading for the door. The last thing she heard from him was his big rumbling laughter as she closed the door behind her with a smile of pride on her face and a sense of confidence in her walk.