Authors: N.M. Catalano
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By N.M. Catalano
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Copyrighted © by N.M. Catalano
Digital release: February, 2015
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This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination, or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales, organizations is entirely coincidental.
Dedicatio
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This one is for you, mom. I think of you every day and wish I had taken the time to ask you all of the questions I have now. You were an amazing woman, you touched so many hearts with your love and your strength and your compassion. When you loved, you truly loved unconditionally, extending our family to include so many. You were a bad ass and a saint, I just hope I can someday be half the woman you were. <3
I have been waiting all my life to see the glory of your face.
Now, I have found you.
~ Rumi
Table of Contents
Elizabeth
“Marco, thank you again for everything today,” I smile at the most seductive, beautiful, confident and delicious man I have ever seen sitting across the table with me.
“Elizabeth, don’t thank me, I just wish I’d known sooner so we wouldn’t have gone through everything.”
We’re sitting in The George, an upscale waterfront bistro restaurant having a celebration dinner. I got divorced today.
“You’re right, I know I should have told you sooner but our relationship didn’t start out in a way that we exchanged personal information, if I may remind you,” I look at him cocking an eyebrow, a smirk pulling at the corner of my mouth. I will never be able to think about that first night with Marco without my breath catching.
The day I met Marco started out just like every other day had for the past three years. Just a link in the chain in this thing called my life. Wake up, punch the clock, perform, go home, go to bed and wake up to do it all over again day after day. I was existing and not really living. I suppose I needed that time initially to heal, to forgive, and to let go of the life I thought I had and the life I’d envisioned I would have. When we’re younger we have these fantasies of what life is going to be like when we grow up. I was recovering from a heartbreak of a life lost and a life I’d never have.
That day I met Marco was already predetermined by destiny, it was the day she already planned for me to start living again. On that day I was brought to the world of the living, not the one we go through robotically everyday but the life our souls yearn for, the living we hunger for, a life lived with passion.
“Ms. DiStefano, need I remind
you
that I had to sneak to get your phone number, would you have given it to me if I had asked you for it?” He leans in closer with that sexual masculinity of his wrapping around me, caressing me with just his presence.
It’s obvious just by looking at Marco that he is an extremely sexual being, it oozes from him just like his strength, confidence and control, and there is no question at all that he is damn good at it. Marco has an aura of forbiddance that lures you to him like the serpent tempting Eve to the apple with promises of sheer ecstasy. A woman knows her soul will be lost to him but the rapture she will experience is worth the price. He takes a woman into him with unspoken promises of fulfillment, of fantasies, of things she hadn’t dared to imagine and she gives herself completely. Marco is a man that perfected what being a man is all about.
I sit back in my chair thinking about his question.
“You’re actually really thinking about your answer, Elizabeth?” The shock is written all over his face. Not because he’s cocky or arrogant, I’m sure it could be argued that he is, but because of our intense attraction to one another right from that first look from across the room at the bar when we first saw each other.
Marco followed me one night after a girl’s night out and caught me before I fell on my knees and sprawled face first on the sidewalk. He propositioned me before he and I even made any introductions. And I went with him, no names and no idea where he was going to take me. All he said to me was, “Let’s go, Elizabeth,” and I went, (this was clearly an impulsive action). The moment I laid eyes on him I knew that I wanted to get lost in him, I wanted to get so high on him and drown in his glorious seduction. I wanted the ecstasy to burn everything from me where nothing else existed but us. He watched me from afar at the bar as if he were stalking me, baiting me, waiting for the right opportunity to come in for his kill. And I died happily that night, over and over again, (and this is proof that impulsivity does make for good decisions). The most mind blowing one night stand I’d ever had turned into many and eventually my ex-husband as of today showed up and tried to kill me.
“Yes, Marco, I am thinking about it because I want it to be an honest answer not only for you but for me too. You were with me these past couple of weeks and saw what happened when Santino found out about us.”
He looks at me and I can see by his expression that he knows what I mean, “I understand, but all things considered, would you have?”
I knew the answer even before he asked the question, I knew it that night when I first laid eyes on him, “Yes, I would have, no matter what.”
I feel so much for this man right now, his kindness, his genuineness, his I-don’t-take-any-shit attitude, and his so-much-sexiness, and I know it’s all there in my eyes. He leans towards me and places a gentle kiss on my lips.
As always Marco gets us the table in the corner against the wall which allows us as much privacy that can be had in a restaurant. I think he also prefers tables with tablecloths, like this one.
“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever met, Elizabeth,” he says quietly close to my ear, his breath whispering over my heated skin. His hand comes to rest on my thigh.
“Open your legs, Elizabeth.”
Every nerve in my body has just woken up and is sizzling in anticipation of his touch. I have no control over myself, his words are my command and I do whatever he asks me because I know that his only intention is to bring me pleasure.
Marco
My life was clear and uncomplicated until I met Elizabeth. She came stumbling in to my life, quite literally, and I was more than happy to catch her. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on her and enjoy all of the erotic delights I knew I would find there. But she was different and proved to be a challenge. And I never back down from a challenge especially one as delicious as she is. Her body was an oasis waiting to be discovered and I indulged in all of the forbidden fruits she had waiting to be explored. But she went with me that first night complacent in her decision not to see me again and I was damned if anyone was going to stop me from having what I wanted. And that challenge fueled my desire to be with her again.
I had no desire for a relationship, at least not one in the literal sense. It has been years since I was involved with a woman that way and the last one left me bitter and unable to trust women. To me they seemed to be conniving opportunists and I was not about to let myself get used again, except for sex. I love to make love to a woman, I love their bodies and how they respond to stimulation. That is what gives me the greatest satisfaction. Driving a woman’s passion until she is mindless, then bringing her to bliss. All because of you. That’s the greatest turn-on, her mindlessness because of you. And it gets me off, having that control. It is the best fucking aphrodisiac. And I never let my emotions get in the way of getting me off. Control. Over everything. I was always in control with the woman I was with in every way. With Elizabeth I lost control. It was frustrating but fucking hot as hell at the same time.
When I watched as her life was threatened right in front of me I thought my brain was going to explode as I was forced to just stand there feeling helpless. I would never let myself or her be in that position ever again where I didn’t have control. That’s why I asked her to move in with me. But there was more to it that I wasn’t being completely honest with myself about. I want more than just her body. I want all of her, I want her to belong to me completely. Yes, I know that she would do anything I wanted sexually, that’s not the question. But she’s holding back, she won’t give me her heart and her soul. And that is driving me even more fucking nuts. I don’t know why, I have not wanted a woman so completely in years. But Elizabeth is different. She belongs to me, she just hasn’t admitted it yet.
Right now Elizabeth almost has me almost losing control, just that kiss and my dick is hard, she smiles I get hard, and when she moans my name, I almost lose it. It’s a sick satisfaction I want all the time, over and over again, I won’t admit it but she’s got me by the balls and I love it.
Those legs of hers uncross and I imagine them wrapping around my face and the image makes my cock jump and my mouth water remembering her taste on my tongue. Her pretty little ass shifts in her chair as she moves to open her legs for me and I almost groan out loud wanting to bury myself between them. My fingers slide up her silky flesh and brush against her panties, skimming the edge and pushing them aside.
“I can’t wait until I get you home and put those clamps on your beautiful pink nipples, baby.”
Elizabeth
That turned into one of the longest meals I’ve ever had. With Marco’s hand stroking softly between my thighs, teasing me and keeping my arousal humming, and the thought of trying the clamps for the first time tonight, I thought I’d explode from waiting.
“Get the nipple clamps, baby.” His voice is strained from his pent up desire as well.
We’ve just walked in the door of my apartment and we’re all hands and mouths and teeth and tongues leaving a trail of clothes from the front door to the bedroom. The box with the clamps Marco gave me as a present tonight are sitting on the nightstand beside my bed. I walk over and take them out of the pink box they came in and hand them to him, my hand almost shaking with excitement.
He strokes the back of one finger across each tip of my breasts and the sensations shoot through me making my flesh bump up all over. A soft moan passes through my slightly parted lips and he lowers his mouth to mine catching the sound.
“I’m going to put them on now, love, let me know when they’re just right.”
I look at him wide eyed, “How will I know?” I ask uncertain.
His smile broadens wickedly across his face, “Oh, believe me, baby, you’ll know.”
He takes one nipple and holds it while slipping the clamp over the hardened tip.
My shoulders push forward and my face grimaces before I even say, “It hurts a bit.”
There is a little gauge on the side of the clamp that he moves and…oooohh, that feels really good. He studies my face and smiles knowingly.
“Like that, baby,” he says rather than asks.
“Yes, Marco, just like that,” it comes out low and raspy.
He takes the other nipple and places the clamp on it, adjusting the gauge and my eyelids droop with the stimulation.
“Lay on the bed, baby, on your back, hands over your head and hold the head board.”
I climb to the center of the bed, the chain swinging back and forth tugging lightly on my nipples and I groan with the feeling.
Marco follows me on the bed and straddles me and his balls are tickling my sex. I bite down on my lip, all of these stimulations are heightened because of the constant arousal of my nipples, and I lift up trying to rub myself against his hanging sacks.
My body is screaming for satisfaction, throbbing with need, and if he doesn’t do something about it soon, then I will.
