Anna Marie Sorenson's Secret Affair (11 page)

finger? She had been barely able to fit his cock when he had left her poor rectum alone, but with this invasion, how was she to possibly taken him in?

But Dallas was not at all worried about fit. He had accused her of being a greedy child.

What was unsaid but both knew was that he himself was even more greedy, and where her compunction would have made her check her avarice, he had no such qualms, being completely ruthless in bed as he was out of it. He wanted all of her, every inch of her, and every part of her that he could possess. He gripped one thigh in his large bruising hand. While he held her still, he gave a powerful lunge, and was able to enter his bulbous head into her channel.

Anna Marie gasped sharply as her flesh stretched impossibly to accommodate his size, feeling she was about to burst with the double intrusion. She didn’t think she could get him in any further. Dallas prodded again, gently this time, keeping his finger firmly lodged deep in her rectum. Despite her lubricating juice, her tight glove that was overstretched to capacity already blocked him.

He gave her haunches a slap, not hard as when he had spanked her but playfully, even affectionately. Anna Marie jumped and shrieked, then shook at her buttocks at him, even in her tight impalement.

“Come on, kitten, open up that pretty cunt of yours,” he growled, and slapped her again.

“I want your tight pussy and I mean to have it.”

He continued to slap her, making her prance for him as he cajoled, blackmailed, bullied her so that he could further impale her. But her channel remained tightly blocked, which his imbedded finger in her behind was not helping. But he, the brute, was choosing to ignore that fact. Finally Dallas reached his hand between her thighs and slid between her distended labia and rooted in the mysterious crevices, sought the short strip of flesh between the slope that led to her clitoris and her vagina.

His touch set off nerve endings in her loins to ache unbearably. Anna Marie felt her clitoris becoming hard and swollen with rushing blood. She arched and wriggled her buttocks, trying to capture that elusive touch more firmly.

“Oh, Dallas. Please, Dallas,” she whimpered. When he didn’t give her what she needed, she, she tried to entice him by shaking her buttocks. “Please, Dallas.” She needed him to so badly caress her clitoris and get her off, but she was too shy and too inexperienced to boldly tell him specifically where to touch her.

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But, right now, Dallas was no considerate lover in bed, and was not readily willing to do as the woman asked him. And he was not at all above using his training on a woman to get her to do what he wanted her to do. He wedged his finger in the deep crevice just above her vagina and pressed. Her already inflamed loins went white hot with aching pleasure, setting off wild pulsations inside her. It was just what he needed to further his ruthlessly carnal possession of her.

He pushed and managed to gain an inch. He pressed his finger again, making her shudder, and he was able to gain more of her snatch. He continued his diabolical ministration, patiently forging his way further into her.

Anna Marie did not know what it was he was doing to her, touching her there, but she didn’t know where it was he was touching her, somewhere mysterious and unknown to her until now. The feeling that it was causing could not be completely called pleasure, such as the pleasure she had become familiar with when he had fondled her clitoris or when he had taken her nipple in his mouth. This pleasure was painful, tortuous, but almost insidiously so, because it made her snatch clutch hard at the elusive ache, then pulse open, so that her devilish lover could push himself further into her, stretching her impossibly even more, making her feel tight and full all over her lower body and her anus with his firmly lodged finger inside it, and her pussy impaled and stretched with his cock. She moaned, over and over, sometimes uttering incoherent words of babble, not knowing what she was saying, her eyes closed against the unbearable torment, her buttocks wriggling frantically.

Finally, Dallas was seated completely inside his lover. He stilled his hand between her thighs as well as his hips, closed his eyes, and savored the moment of full possession. Then he opened his eyes and they fell on the gentle sway of her slender white back. He followed the graceful line of it, the way it flared into hips at the sides and rose to two rounded moons from the small of her back. Could there be a more enticing sight for a man? He pulled back his cock and then plunged it back in. Anna Marie shuddered as she gave a soft moaning, whimpering wail.

And was there a more welcoming sound for a man than a woman’s cry of pleasure?

Dallas pulled back and then plunged back in, and did it over and over, her thick warm liquid and pulsating snatch aiding him. Demonically, he added to the rising tension inside her loins by slyly sliding his finger in and out of her rectum while rutting her pussy.

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way the wriggling of her butt became more frantic, and by the way her cries became more desperate and pleading. When he sensed that she was about to go over the edge, Dallas gripped her hips with both hands and began to pound into her.

Anna Marie gave a long, tortuous wail when she felt the tension in her loins reach their peak before it broke all over her body, reducing her to a shuddering mass. Feeling her spill her orgasm all over his cock, Dallas pounded even harder and faster, as if in desperation to avoid the inevitable before he, too, was overcome by the pleasure that broke in his own loins, leaving him trembling and groaning in its wake.

Three hours later, Anna Marie woke up, sweating under the covers because the sun’s

warmth was by now pouring into her room, turning it into a furnace. She sat up and looked around, feeling a little disoriented, then remembered her bed partner but there was no sign of him. She looked at her clock and saw that it was a little past ten o’clock. She cocked her ears a little but did not hear any sounds coming from the bathroom or from anywhere else in her condo.

She knew that more than likely, he was either on a plane back to Washington, D.C., or on his way to the airport to catch the flight.

She moved to get off the bed but found that her body not only protested but also refused to obey the summons from her brain. Her limbs were still heavy from the torpor of sexual aftermath that still lingered in her muscles. Parts of her body were sore, especially the area where her hips and thighs joined, her shoulders, thigh muscles, even her stomach from arching her body and clenching the muscles every time the intense pleasure clutched at her body.

“Oh, no,” she said to herself, and flopped back down on the bed, and winced when that triggered her soreness again.

She had to get to work even though she was already two hours late. But what could she do if she couldn’t move her body? Could she claim some PTO hours if she were to call in sick due to too much sex, for being used by a male in an overtly debauched manner? She knew some employees called in sick because they were debilitated with hangovers from excessive drinking the night before. That’s what she felt she had at the moment, a hangover, a Dallas hung-like-a horse hangover. God, the man could go all night. Or was his phenomenal stamina due to the fact that this was the first time he had sex in several months because he had just come out from a deep cover mission in some exotic country where there was no opportunity to engage in sex?

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Casting off her fanciful thoughts, she struggled to pull herself off the bed and was about to go into her closet for her robe when she saw a white tee shirt on her chair. It was his tee shirt and he had more than likely forgotten to put it in his canvas bag. Anna Marie lifted it and pressed it to her face. It still smelled of him, that particular male musk of his, and she was assailed with a sudden need for Dallas’s tall, muscled body to be pressed hard against hers, to have the feel of his long legs parting her hers while he filled her, his demanding mouth taking hers as he drove into her. He had left her bed only a few hours ago and already she was having withdrawal symptoms. She never realized a person could go through withdrawals from sex. She pulled the tee shirt over her head. It came nearly below her knees and the short sleeve below her elbows. It made her hunger for him even more, making her weak all over again.

She suddenly felt depressed. She was certain that she would never experience the sex she had with Dallas ever again. God, she thought, I wish I could have videotaped it all. If she had, then she would have been able to play it over and over, again and again, allowing her to relive the wondrous sensation of having a man like Dallas find her so sexy and attractive that he was not only willing to take her to bed once but do it repeatedly, making her sob and squirm beneath him for hours. She would have a lifetime recording of those intensely erotic hours, hidden away in her drawer, probably beneath her underwear. That’s where people in television seem to keep their dirty pictures and videotapes. At least, on crimes shows, the detectives are always finding them there.

She suddenly giggled when she realized what she was thinking. One night of unmitigated sexual romp and she was well on her way to becoming thoroughly depraved. But she didn’t care.

She felt so…liberated. She had never realized that sex, good sex, very good sex that was so nasty and corrupt, could free a woman.

Anna Marie forced herself to walk out of the bedroom and through her condominium,

depressed again to find that, indeed, Dallas was gone minus one white tee-shirt. She saw by the half-eaten cat bowl on the floor that before he left, he had fed the cat and had given it a fresh bowl of cream.

Stuart, the orange tabby, pushed through the kitchen swing door and lumbered his great weight up onto the counter. He shoved his head under her arm and began to meow.

She scratched his head and looked down at him. “No, I’m not feeding you again. I know you just ate a few hours ago, and you didn’t even have the grace to finish all of your breakfast.” Secret Affair 69

Stuart had the annoying habit of a finicky cat that was quite used to getting his way of eating only half of his meal and then refusing to touch the rest of it until Anna Marie had set down a clean bowl with food from a freshly opened pouch. For such a finicky eater, though, he was quite fat.

Seeing that he wasn’t going to be able to cajole his mistress to opening up a fresh pouch or pour more cream in his bowl, Stuart flipped his fat tail and climbed down. Despite his size, he padded with graceful dignity to a sunny spot in front of the glass patio door and began to clean himself.

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Chapter 6

Two hours later, Anna Marie practically sailed through the doors of the library, calling out, “Good morning,” to all the employees. Most gave her sour looks then went back to their computers to scowl at the screen or scowl at the demanding customers who were wanting to know where they could find information on the body of Jimmy Hoffa or research on the horoscope of their pets.

“You’re late,” Beatrice said.

She followed Anna Marie into her office and closed the door. She was in her early forties, divorced for eight years, no kids, and had worked for the library for twenty years. She tended to view and take on life with wry grimness. Anna Marie was one person she ever bothered to harangue or harass out of some sort of twisted affection, completely ignoring the fact that the younger woman was her superior.

“You’re very late. You should have been here six hours ago.”

Anna Marie hung up her coat and purse. “As you know, Bea, the library is a very well oiled operation. It would take several years before it would fall apart if I were to be missed for that long.”

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“Councilman Broders stopped by at nine o’clock this morning,” Bea informed her.

Anna Marie turned to her assistant and winced. “Oh, that’s right. I was supposed to have a meeting this morning with him and our budget director and go over the proposal.”

“Yes. Councilman Broders is very anxious to turn this place into some trendy coffee and book shop, isn’t he?”

“Yes, I guess he is.”

“Think it’s going to happen?”

“I’m not sure.” Anna Marie said absently. She looked around her office for a moment, a quizzical frown marring her forehead. Then it cleared when her eyes went to the windows. She went over to them and flung them open, feeling that she suddenly needed to bring into her small cramped office the air of the outside world. “Ahhh, much better.” Behind her, Beatrice raised her eyebrows, because she had never known Anna Marie to ever care about her windows being open.

The flowers that were in full bloom for the middle of spring in the garden below caught Anna Marie’s eyes. It was a small, rather quaint scene that was bursting with myriad of dense, sensuous colors. She wondered why she never noticed such a charming picture right below her.

She leaned out the window and gazed at the bright colors dreamily, somehow, their velvety, intense shades reminding her of the powerful eroticism that she had experienced with a very demanding, very savage Navy SEAL.

“I never knew I had such a Garden of Eden right beneath me. It reminds me that I must start planting my garden,” she mused.

Bea narrowed her eyes. “Hey, what gives? There’s something different about you,

besides the fact that you’re in six hours later than your usual arrival.”

Anna Marie turned from the window, her eyes still starry that she didn’t see her

assistant’s careful scrutiny. “I guess the first thing we need to do is to decide what we we’re going to do with Broder’s proposal.” She sat down at her desk and began to thumb through her neat piles of paper and folders. “Now, let’s see where did I put it? I think I tried to bury it, hoping that if I ignored it, it would all go away. –Ah, here it is.” She held up a manila folder with a triumphant smile. “You know, an upscale coffee and gift shop in here might draw in the public, which is what we’re after in the end, isn’t it?”