Seducing Peaches (25 page)

     
“Tom, please Tom, I need you now, please, please, I can't take it any longer.”  He continued his tantalizing kisses.  He slid his hands to her waist and under her bra, he slowly slid it up as he kissed first her navel, her side, her rib cage, and to her breast.

     
He circled her nipple with his tongue, and she moaned louder and louder, her hands moving over his body and through his hair more rapidly, arching her back to him, showing him she wanted him to take more of her into his mouth, he gently nipped at her nipple with his teeth which sent her overboard.

     
“Oh my god, please, just, just, please” His hand slid to her clit.  Rubbing it through her panties, then moved to her waist again but only briefly before moving down to her inner thigh, to her knee, she reached for his hand and in a quick movement, placed it back to her center that was throbbing desperately for his touch.

     
He rubbed softly up and down, feeling her shift beneath him to allow him more access.  They both stared into each other’s eyes as he caressed her most heated, sensitive area.  She arched her back, moaned, closing her eyes, one knuckle between her teeth, she was in full blown I need you now, take me and don't ever let me go moment.  She wanted his touch bad, every time he would back his hand down just slightly, she would adjust her body to slide down to touch his hand again.  He smiled at her each time enjoying the way he made her body beg for her.  Teasing her.

     
He slid his fingers beneath her panties and found a silky, soft mound, and with only the touch, she let out yet a louder moan.  He circled around her swollen, throbbing area, slowly at first, then faster and faster, until she tensed beneath him, jolted her legs, closing them around his hand, and making only a loud breath of relief.

     
Lying beneath him panting, like she had just finished running the longest marathon of her life.  He slid his hand out, and began kissing his way from her navel down her leg, to her knee, to her ankle. She moaned in disappointment when he didn’t stop at her clit.  And then finally.

     
As soon as his tongue touched her clit, she began to wriggle, his hands reached for her hips and held her down as he pleasured her yet again. She began to move with him, trying to keep his tongue right where she wanted it. Her nipples were on fire.  She found herself pulling at them slightly and teasing them with her own fingers. 

     
She moaned and twitched with the surge of passion that left her body again as she climaxed again.  She opened her eyes.  He stood taking off his pants, his shirt, his boxers.  “My turn.”  The sound in his voice called out to her.

     
He placed himself on top of her, with his legs moving hers apart, he found her entrance and with one quick, forceful entrance, she moaned out, with the sound of relief.

     
“My God Lois, oh, you feel so good.  Tell me you love me.  Tell me how bad you want me.  Tell me.”  His moving was slow and steady now. 

     
“I love you Tom.  With everything in me I love you.  Make me come again.  Come for me.  Let’s come together. Please Tom now.  I need it now.”

     
His thrusting became more intense and rapid as he began pounding into her.  “You feel so good Lois, tell me no one will ever have you again.  Only me.  I need to hear you say it.” 

     
“I’m about to come, Tom, please, no one but you, I promise, come with me.”  They did.

     
After they lay with each other, bundled up beneath the blankets they talked until they both passed out from exhaustion. 

     
When morning came, she woke with a new sense of emotion.  Love.  It was the best feeling she had ever felt.  Wrapped up in his arms.  Right where she wanted to be for the rest of her life.  She couldn’t help herself and ran her fingers down his chest, his abdomen over his ripped muscles and still lower.  She could see his erection through the blanket.  Her hands went straight for it.        

     
“Lois, what are you doing Love?” 

     
“Don’t move, trust me.” She gripped her hand around it and moved repeatedly up and down.  He groaned out of his throat.  He twitched, “I said don’t move.”  He stilled.  She kissed his chest moving down pulling the blankets down with her. 

     
Her mouth covered his tip.  Again he twitched. She stopped.  “One.”  She looked up.  He smiled at her but then relaxed.  She moved her head over and over him.  Licking just the very tip of his cock. 

     
He rewarded her with a salty taste.   She sucked him deeper and deeper until there was no room left for anything else. Each time she took him in her mouth, he tickled the back of her throat. The sensation only made her suck harder, and faster.  His hands were on her head, pulling her from him.  She looked up at him questioning why. 

     
“Oh baby, let’s give you another first shall we?”  She smiled up at him. 
Another first, oh yes, and much more to come I hope.
  “Lay on your back.”  He was on her swiftly.  He kissed her neck, down, her nipple, taunting it with his teeth and then his other.

     
“Do you want to taste me Lois?” 

     
She blushed, “Yes.”  He reached out grabbing her hands placing them both on her breast.  Never releasing her hands he placed his hard, long, cock on her chest.  He squeezed her breast together.  “Hold them right here.”  He slowly let go and started moving back and forth. 

     
He closed his eyes as he moved faster and faster.  Her fingers were squeezing together involuntarily teasing her nipple that rest between them. 

      “
Are you ready Lois?”

     
“Yes.”  Her breath was just as heavy as his.  Just then, he released himself on her chest, squirting up her chin t
o her mouth.  She licked her lips and tasted the thick salty substance.  He watched her do it.  She ran her tongue over her lips, licking all of it she could get.  He tasted good.  Real good.  She wanted him inside her now. 

     
His smile back at her told all, he knew exactly what she wanted.  He moved down her taking her clit into his mouth and sucking it hard.  Licking and circling it.  Less than a minute later, she was climaxing.  A new kind of orgasm.  This one was different.  She didn’t care he could see her face, that he watched her.  It had to be the moment they were in.  He nestled himself against her.

     
“Have you ever been skiing before?”  His ragged breath against her ear.  She could smell the aftermath of her on his breath.  It stirred her insides.  “No.”  Her eyes were closed enjoying the feeling that still rippled lightly through her body.  His hand moved to her breast tugging again at her nipple.  Her mouth dropped open.  “Ahh”  she cried out. 

     
He squeezed it hard and jumped up out of bed.  “Let’s go.  Come time’s a ticking.”  She watched him walk naked out of the bedroom to the entry room, still completely naked and sexy as hell.  She heard bags shifting.  He came back to her throwing clothing at her.  She laughed at him.  “What is this?”

     
He flopped down on the bed quickly, “Your clothes, come, shower, now.”  She growled at him as she was slightly irritated by his ability to move so quickly after doing what they had just done. 

     
“Lois, do I need to practice my counting.” 

     
She was quick to answer. “No.”  And even quicker to get up.  He slapped her ass playfully.  “Good.” They showered quickly and got dressed.

     
En route to their destination, she couldn’t help but want some answers.  “So, can I get some answers now?”  He looked over at her, kissed her knuckles and nodded.  “Good.  So what do you call the kind of sex you like?” 

     
“You mean the kind of sex we both like.  Most people refer to it as BDSM.” 
What the fuck is that?
  He must have known by the look on her face that she had no clue what he was talking about.  “I will teach you.  It’s easier to show you then to tell you.”  She smiled at him thinking of what he might do to her next.  “You have no idea Lois, none.  But you will.”                 

     
His words scared her slightly.  Nothing he had done to her so far had been the kind of terrible where she wouldn’t let him do it again.  She would eventually have to talk to him about the spanking thing. 
How bad can it be?
  He stopped the SUV and again kissed her knuckles. 

     
“I’ll be right back.”  She watched as he got out and went into the store. 
BDSM.
She pulled out her smartphone and Googled it. 
I can find out what it is without him.
  When the pictures and explanation came up she was tea totally mortified. 
He’s a freak.  He’s nuts
.  She got out of the vehicle, tears falling down her cheeks.  She didn’t think about where she was going.  All she could think about was she was not going anywhere with him.

     
He had no feelings for her.  He was just building her up so he could beat the shit out of her and fuck her after. 
What is his problem
?  Her mind kept going as she walked up the street. 
Oh my god, he really is sick and twisted.  I should have known something wasn’t right.  I can’t believe it.
  She had seen some of the objects hanging on his walls, on the tables in his bedroom. 

Chapter Twelve

      Getting a taxi was rather easy.  She bought a ticket and waited for her flight to leave.  It was going to be an hour before but they would be loading soon and maybe even if he came to the airport he wouldn’t see her.

     
“Flight 124 loading now at Gate 7.” 
Finally
.  She got on the plane and without incident, her plane took off leaving her heart behind.  When she got home, she wanted to just curl up and die.  She had several text messages from Tom, several voice mails.  She didn’t care.  She deleted them all without reading or listening.  Bastard was all she could think of.  She would show him she was no toy.  That he couldn’t play with her emotions any longer.  She was a grown ass woman who wasn’t for some freaks pleasure.  She reached for her phone and shot him an email.

From: Lois Brown

To: Tom Hasting

Subject: OVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Tom,

I am home and safe.  I can’t believe you wouldn’t think I would google our last discussion we had.  What kind of an idiot do you believe me to be?  Well, I can settle this right now, I am not into or like the following,

1.
       
Wooden or plastic paddles.  Really, do you really truly believe I want you to beat me with one.  What kind of sick person would like this?

2.
      
Wooden Hair brush with bristles.  I don’t even want to begin to fathom about what the hell you would do with that.

3.
      
Nylon or leather whips.  In your dreams asshole.  But I would more than be willing to help you out with that.  Let you feel what whips can feel like on your skin.  The flesh torn from your body.  The scars that it is sure to leave behind.

4.
     
Canes and crops.  Only if I get to use them to beat the freak out of you.

5.
      
Candles.  Oh yeah, turn me on, pour hot wax on me to burn me.  If I am good will you give me Silvadene to help.  FUCK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

6.
      
Pinwheels.  What the fuck?

7.
      
Claws.  Not on your life.

8.
     
Snake bite clamps.  Are you taking me somewhere this would be useful to suck the venom from a rattlesnake bite?  You know like hiking. (note sarcasm there)  Otherwise, bite yourself.

9.
      
Collars and leashes.  I like this.  I can put them on you and treat you like the dog you are.

10.
   
Mummification supplies, violet wand, clyster enema syringe.  Go suck your own dick and when you’re done, use that fucking enema on yourself.

11.
    
Vaginal and Ass speculums.  Did you lose something in your ass you need someone to look for.  You won’t ever touch me like that.  Are you gay?

12.
   
Piercing.  Hmmm, I kinda like this one.  I would like nothing more to pierce your balls to the wall and leave you hanging.

13.
   
Gags, I could use this to keep the noise down as I do number 12.