Stranger (21 page)
He stands, still semi-hard, throwing the used towel from the floor to the side and grabs a fresh one. His look is hungry as he takes a step towards me. He holds the towel open beckoning me to step into it.
“Then let’s go quench her need, love. My animal is hungry and wants to eat.”
A shiver of warm desire heats me as I step into his embrace.
He leads me to the bedroom and takes two steps away from me. His eyes are dark and his cock is hard.
“Drop the towel.” The commanding Marco is back.
The towel falls.
“Turn around and go to the center of the bed, baby.”
I do, crawling, giving him a perfect view of my open sex and ass as my breasts sway side to side.
“Lay down for me, Elizabeth. Let me look at how beautiful you are.”
I lie on my back and my body can’t help but react to his intense look as it sweeps over me like a caress. He’s fully hard again, flushed red with blood pumping through him.
“Stretch your arms over your head. I want to see those beautiful breasts reach for me.”
My hands reach above my head and grasp the air needing to fill them with him. He walks slowly to me and bends down kissing me deeply. Lifting his mouth from mine he begins a trail of sucking kisses down to my nipples taking each one in his mouth as his hand slides up my inner thighs and traces circles around my clit. He lifts his mouth to my ear and whispers, “Where are your stockings, Elizabeth? I want to blindfold you.”
My breath comes faster in wild anticipation of the intense sensations that statement brings. I’m like a Pavlovian dog, the word stockings immediately turns me on.
“In the top drawer,” I answer quietly. I bite my lip as I watch his graceful movements. The dragon on his back is moving getting ready to go in for the kill. I can’t wait.
He comes back with the stocking fed between his two outstretched hands, his expression serious. He joins me in the center of the bed straddling me, his erection so close to me I want to lower my mouth on it and swallow him.
“Lift your head for me a little, baby.”
My eyes don’t leave him as I do.
“Keep your arms over your head and close your eyes, Elizabeth.”
And it’s all black. Instantly I feel the hint of a breeze made by his movements and the warmth of his body on my skin. The air is filled with the sounds of our heavy breathing and the scratch of nylon. The feeling of pressure around my face and head is so erotic.
His tongue is on my lips, tracing my open mouth as his fingers are tantalizing my nipple.
“I want you to ride the waves of sensations, baby. Get lost in it. I want to watch the bliss of your high on your face and body.”
“Oh, God, Marco, please...,” I moan.
“That’s right, Elizabeth. I am going to get drunk on pleasing you completely.”
I feel the bed shift as he gets up, followed by the soft sounds of his bare feet crossing the floor. My heart is racing and I feel the wetness oozing from my throbbing sex. Every nerve in my body is on fire. I begin to rub my thighs together arching my back trying to quench my hunger that has just intensified instantly. My mouth is slightly open and a soft plea escapes me.
“Do you have any idea how stunning you look right now, writhing in anticipated ecstasy waiting for me? I could sit and look at you forever like that. Almost ready to cum, aren’t you, baby? Fucking beautiful.”
“Please, Marco...,” I beg quietly.
I hear his soft laughter from across the room. Moments tick by as images of his beautiful body doing naughty things to me go through my mind. My body moves in reaction to my thoughts, I can’t control it. My hands clench the sheets, my back arches, my knees part beckoning relief to come and satisfy me. Finally he says, “Be right back, baby.”
I listen to his soft footsteps then the sound of the door clicking. A few minutes tick by as my anticipation heightens. Click. The sound of door again followed by his silent footsteps. Clink. The sound of glass being set down. Oh, God, what is he going to do?
And he begins the dance of intoxicating seduction with his mouth and hands and fingers over my entire body. His fingers are tweaking and pulling my nipples showering them with attention as if they are the only thing that exists. Then fiery cold comes down on my erect nipple followed by his wet hot mouth.
“Aaaaahhhh!” I push my back off the bed, arching into him.
The hot cold slides across my flesh, leaving a trail of water dripping down my skin. His mouth leaves and is replaced with his fingers plucking the nipple as the ice circles the other and touches the tip making it rock hard. His mouth consumes it sucking it deep, flicking it with his tongue. The cold fire is sliding down my stomach and I suck in a deep breath as he stops at my belly button. It leaves a puddle that drips over my sides making my skin pimple. He continues the trip with the ice over my mound and touches my clit with it. My legs are wide as my hips buck. I’m going to explode from the overload of stimulation. The ice slides over my wet lips then he pushes it inside of me. His mouth is on my sex tonguing my clit as his fingers are inside of me, curved and rubbing that delicious spot as his tongue trails across my skin.
“Oh, God!” I pant out heavily.
He turns me over and slides his cock across my wetness and I moan pushing into him. Lifting my hips, his tongue runs up my back as his hands slide up the insides of my thighs, one going over my ass, the other grasping my sex. His body is between my legs as he circles one finger covered with my juices teasing my back hole. I move my hips into him asking for more. Our panting fills my ears. He slides the finger slowly inside me, the tightness pulling him deeper. His cock is sliding over my mound, taking me higher as his finger is sliding in and out as he thrusts his wide length into me.
“Yes, yes, yes, please, more!” I scream, thrusting back onto him. He’s lying across my back now moving his finger moves from my hole forward grasping my clit, holding me to him as he pounds into me. I shatter into a million pieces, soaring in ecstasy.
He grabs my hips with both hands, pulling me onto his twitching cock inside of me.
“Elizabeth..,” he growls as he plunges in deep, slapping his balls against me, holding my ass against him and his release is long and hard. I love how his body tenses when he cums.
We collapse onto the bed, him buried inside my still spasming wetness. He pulls the stocking off my head and throws it aside turning my face to him and kisses me with the passion he was just fucking me with.
“I can’t get enough of you, Elizabeth...,” he breathes heavily against my neck.
“Good, I don’t want you to, Marco.” I’m shattered still reeling from the intense orgasm, basking in the heady afterglow. My eyelids are drooping and I can hardly stay awake. And the last thing I am aware of is Marco’s heartbeat lulling me to sleep.
Tuesday morning and I’m a nervous wreck. I have to be at the courthouse in a half hour for the divorce, thanks to Marco. I am so worried I’ll see Santino there, afraid of the emotional turmoil I’ll feel. Marco insists on coming with me and I’m silently grateful for his strong presence.
Yesterday was full of requirements needing to be done at my office because of the allegations made by Santino to my company. I had to fill out background check authorizations and take a lie detector test. I tried not to feel humiliated, knowing that it wasn’t anything I’d done that I should be ashamed of. Still, it sucked.
I decided to wear my grey slacks and turtle neck with black heels. I wanted to be as bland as possible, really feeling like I just wanted to melt into the cracks and be done with all of this crap already. Marco looked gorgeous in a crisp white shirt and a tailored black suit. His appearance was screaming confidence and I held his arm as my pillar of strength.
Santino wasn’t there and after sitting there a few hours it was over in five minutes. It was finished and the past was finally behind us. When we leave the courtroom Marco looks down at me smiling and squeezes my hand on his forearm.
“Feeling better, baby?” His relief is evident in his voice and his face shows it.
My smile is as big as the Cheshire Cats, “Yes, so much better, thank you, Marco.”
“Don’t thank me, Elizabeth,” he says kissing me on the forehead. “It was just what needed to be done.”
“Well, thank you anyway so be quiet.”
He laughs at me, “You sound like a little girl.”
“Your little girl.”
His expression becomes serious, “You’re damn your right mine. It’s about time you admitted it.”
I look into his eyes as we’re walking across the marble floor of the courthouse lobby and I say softly, “I knew it from the minute you said to me, ‘Let’s go, Elizabeth’.”
His eyes become intense. “Me too, baby.”
We walk to his car and he holds the door open for me then walks around the front and gets in, turning the key in the ignition.”
“Let’s go get some lunch. And then I have to go back to the office. But tonight I want to take you to dinner and celebrate. How about The George, 6:00?”
“Sounds perfect.”
He looks at me smiling seductively. “I want to give you the present I got you tonight.”
He sees confusion turning to recollection crossing my face, it’s obvious the gift he told me he’d bought me completely slipped my mind.
“I’d forgotten about that. I get my present tonight?” A wave of heated anticipation runs through me.
“Yep.” And he leans over and plants a quick kiss on my lips not saying anything else but his wicked smile tells me so much. My mind begins to go through the checklist of possibilities of what it could be but nothing, I’m sure, comes up with the answer so I decide to just enjoy the thrill in waiting. He looks at me knowing what is going on in my head and smiles delighting in his little game. Then he pulls out of the parking lot into the lunchtime traffic without another word.
At 4:00 I get a call from Carol.
“Hi Elizabeth, how did it go today?”
I’d taken the day off because I didn’t know how long we’d be in court. Carol had no idea what happened over the weekend so I go over the highlights of the events and todays courtroom finale.
“Everything went smoothly. When they finally got to my case I was in and out of there in five minutes.”
She laughs, “Yeah, it’s always the waiting that’s the worst. I’m glad that everything is finally over and you can move on with your life. I can’t believe Santino just showed up at your place and let himself in. Thank God everyone is ok, and I think you did the right thing in not pressing charges.”
That lump is threatening to choke me up again. “Listen Carol, thank you for everything. You don’t know how your friendship has helped me through this.”
“Aw honey, I didn’t do anything. I wish I could have gotten you to do this a long time ago but I had no idea.”
“I know. Anyway, Marco’s taking me to The George tonight to celebrate.”
“That man has it bad for you, girl. I hope he knows how lucky he is.”
I laugh at that. “I’m the one who’s lucky, he’s unbelievable.” In so many ways.
“Well, you two deserve each other. I’ll see you in the morning. And all of your privileges have been restored. So be ready to bust your ass tomorrow. Have fun tonight, kiddo.”
“Oh, I’m sure we will, thanks Carol, bye.” We both giggle and hang up.
I have two hours before Marco will be here to pick me up. It’s a celebration dinner and I’m so excited about my surprise tonight I want to wear something with a bit of impact. I go to my closet and open the doors to look for something that I think he’ll like. My eyes stop at the red dress. It’s perfect.
By the time he knocks on the door at 6:00 I’m freshly shaved, lotioned, perfumed and clad in sexy red and ‘fuck me’ shoes. My hair is down sweeping across my bare shoulders and back. The dress is a deep front plunging halter which makes me feel almost naked. I open the door to a very sexy Marco in navy slacks, a white silk cotton body fitting T and blazer. His gaze scans the length of my body and I can see the erection growing inside his pants causing my body to instantly heat up. He’s carrying a little pink box with a pink ribbon around it. His eyes take in the sight of my hardened nipples and a seductive smile curves his lips as he pushes the door open further stepping inside. He’s standing so close to me we’re almost touching. Closing the door without turning, he peers down into my face.
“I brought your present, Elizabeth,” his smile is wicked.
I am one giant sexual nerve ending turned on by just his look.
“May I open it?” I breathe out soft and raspy.
“Of course, but I’m going to be the one playing with them.” His voice is low and husky.
He holds the box to me and I take it tentatively untying the ribbon and hand it to him. My hands are shaking in anticipation. I pull the lid from the box and nestle it onto the bottom. My fingers gently pull the paper back. Inside is a pair of silver clamps attached by a silver chain. I run my finger along the cold metal and look up to Marco’s face. He’s smirking looking intently at me waiting for my reaction. Then he realizes I don’t know what it is.
He raises his hand and flicks a finger back and forth against each of my pebbled nipples. Looking mischievously into my eyes he says, “They’re nipple clamps, baby.”
My mouth widens as I suck in a breath of air.
“I can’t wait to see those beautiful pink nipples of yours in them, Elizabeth. It will make you feel like I’m constantly sucking, biting and pulling on them while I worship the rest of your body.”
Oh, God, please just fuck me now.
The End.
Continue on Marco’s and Elizabeth’s journey in SWITCH....
SWITCH
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part two of
STRANGER
Elizabeth submitted to a night of abandonment with Marco, a complete stranger, after having lived in a self-imposed prison in fear of past threats coming to life. Their passion for each other drew them together pulling the past to the present and surviving it.
Now he promises to fulfill her every desire introducing her to a world of submission and domination with pleasures she hadn’t realized she hungered for. She gives herself completely to him submerging herself in total erotic bliss. But can he submit when she wants to take control? And when the seductive woman who introduced Marco to domination comes back into his life can Marco stay away from her? Welcome to the world of power play.
About the story
I first ‘met’ Marco and Elizabeth four years ago when I wrote a short story of their first night together. They continued to pop in until I finally decided to write their full story. Afte
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I will write Marco’s back story and Elizabeth’s and Santino’s long story, it goes way, way back. I plan on telling you about Elsie’s and Janie’s upcoming love stories as well.
I am also working on a project called
MEMOIRS OF A YOUNGER MALE LOVER,
this is a compilation of short stories based on actual accounts of younger men and their more mature objects of affection. Currently this and
BOY TOY
are being considered for the title, message me on Facebook to let me know which you think you might like.
These are the immediate erotic pieces coming out soon.
About the author
N.M. lives on a secluded piece of property inland on the coast and loves to walk through town observing all the different types of people. She is addicted to reading and writing and wishes she was artistic so she could put pictures to some of her thoughts. She fluctuates between being a procrastinator and her OCD tendencies. Her children are her best friends and swears that if it weren’t for them she’d never know the latest music, the radio always on high in the car as she sings when she’s alone. And finally, she is a hopeless romantic with a dirty mind. Please join her on Facebook, user name N.m.catalanoauthor. She posts a lot of cool stuff.
