True Desires (2 page)

Chapter Three

Courtney was on her second orgasm sooner than he had planned. He had hoped to stretch out the pleasure, sending her on a long, drawn-out rollercoaster ride throughout the night. He was nervous about trying to use the paddle on her. The look in her eyes when he handcuffed her to the bed had said he was already pressing his luck. Perhaps he should save that for the next time. God knows he wanted to swat her pretty pink ass and listen to her scream out. He did not even understand where these sudden urges came from, but for the life of him he could not shake the feeling. He was tired of the same old routine, and the sight of that victim handcuffed to the bed earlier gave him ideas that should have never crept into his mind.

Leaving the beads settled in her ass, he removed his fingers and watched her body convulse until her orgasm receded.
To spank her, or not to spank her?
His mind was playing a dirty trick on him, and the conflict between taking this experience all the way or taking it slow was about to drive him mad. He had never spanked her with his hand, let alone used a paddle on her, and honestly he had not the slightest idea how she was going to react. There was a little voice in his head that chanted
do it, do it, do it.
It was an evil damn voice, too, but he liked it. Where the hell it came from he did not know, but every fiber in his being told him to listen to it and to give it a shot. He made sure his gun was out of her reach just in case she got pissed off at him and decided to go for it knowing she would never hurt him, but she might want to kill him.

She was sighing and moaning. She seemed to have enjoyed the ride so far, but this was going to be the big test. How far was she really going to allow him to take this? He got down off the bed and walked towards the headboard. His erection was stretching the cotton of his briefs, forming an extensive tent in the front. Gently releasing her arms from the restraints, he checked
her for cuts and bruises. He had promised he would not hurt her, not in a bad way anyway, and that was his honest intention. There was some redness and slight bruising from the cuffs, but hopefully she would forgive him for that later. Rubbing her arms and wrists, he helped get the circulation going again in her limbs.

Looking him in the eyes, Courtney seemed to be searching for some sort of confirmation as to whether this was the end of his fantasy or if his wheels were still turning. Whether she could see it or not, they were still turning and at full speed too. He was going to go for it. “Come here, baby.” He sat on the edge of the bed and patted his lap, wearing a devilish grin. Courtney’s eyes widened at him and then turned to look at the paddle sitting on the bed next to him.

“You don’t really think I’m going to let you use that thing on me! Do you?” Looking over his shoulder, he saw her raise up on her knees. Courtney kneeled in the center of the bed, he glanced down at the dangling string from the beads still residing in her rear. Reversing his position, he turned on the bed and stalked toward a cringing Courtney, reaching for the string.

“Eek!” She tried to crawl away from him, but ironically it only made him mad.

“Don’t run from me. You will only make it worse,” he growled.

Courtney stopped in her tracks. “Was that a threat?”

Shaking his head. “No, my dear. That was a promise. Now come over here and get your birthday licks like a good girl.” If there was anything that was going to get her to agree, it was a challenge. She was the most competitive woman he had ever met in his life. She was reserved in most cases, but when it came down to proving who was the toughest or who was the best, she was willing to do anything to come out on top.

Putting on her confident glare, she lowered herself down onto the bed and bent over on all fours, baring her ass in his face. He could not resist putting on the
gotcha
smirk. The string of beads were staring back at him, taunting him and teasing him. Pinching the end, he gave it a slow pull. The first bead slid out. She gasped and then let out a slow breath. The initial shock was over so he continued removing the last two beads. Courtney peeked over her shoulder as if she wanted to say something. “Ssshhhh….” He instructed her to keep quiet. Surprisingly, it worked. Whatever she was about to say, she didn’t. As he reached for the paddle, gripping it firm and tight in the palm of his hand, he gave her one steady swat to the ass without warning.

Courtney made a sound he was not anticipating. He did not know what to expect, but he was pleased with her reaction. Her response was filled with pleasure and pain. It was a whimper, a moan, and plea for more. It was erotic, sexy, and he wanted to hear it again. “Mmmm…I think the birthday girl likes her spanking after all.” His dick throbbed with need as he rounded off another swat to her pretty pale cheeks.

“Ah! Yes!” She moaned and cried out again, this time with more pleasure, dripping from it. “That’s two. Does the birthday girl want more?” Wanting to hear her ask for it, he waited patiently for her response. She whimpered and wiggled her ass, clenching her thighs together. Cocking his head to the side, he glanced at her swollen pussy and noticed that she was growing increasingly wetter. He took his index and middle finger and ran them against her soaked pussy.

“Tell me you want another,” Fabian instructed. Arching her back, she pushed her pussy back at him, silently asking for more attention any way he deemed fit. “I can’t hear you,” he said in a low, sensual whisper. “Say it, baby. You know you want to.”

This other side of him was taking over with ease. Talking dirty and bedroom play like this was completely new for the both of them, but for some reason, it felt so natural to him. Courtney did not seem to mind it much now that she was no longer blindfolded and restrained. She wasn’t resisting him. She was into it now. Would she willingly allow him to do any of what they had done tonight ever again? That was a different question all together. But for now he was going to take it as far as she would let him and worry about the next time later.

“Yes, I want it.” He heard her say something, but it was faint.

Sliding two fingers into her pussy again and fucking her slowly, he encouraged her to speak up. “I didn’t hear you. Did my baby say she wanted more?” He listened intently for her request. Curling his fingers up into her core, he searched for her g-spot. Rubbing it, he felt her lock down on his fingers. “Uh uh. Relax.” He tapped her lightly on the ass with the flat surface of the leather paddle. “Come on. Tell me what you want, and I will give it to you. Just say the words.” Looking around at the expression on her face, Courtney was biting her lip, holding back her response. She started to rock back against his fingers. He stopped fucking her and waited for her to realize he was running this show. She whimpered again and moved her ass, searching for that stimulation again. “All you have to do is say it, and I will give you what you want.”

Courtney finally gave in. “YES, I WANT IT!”

SLAP!!!
Giving her just what she asked for, he landed a hard swat to her right ass cheek as he continued to tickle her magic spot with his fingers. Her pussy flooded over his hand when her third orgasm came crashing down over her without warning.

Play time was over. He could no longer fight the rock hard erection stretching the shape of his briefs all out of whack. His underwear would never regain their original shape again.
Tossing the paddle onto the floor, he removed his fingers from her vise-like pussy and peeled away the cotton boxers. Replacing his fingers with his steely hard cock, he mounted his woman like the king of the jungle. Sinking slowly, deep into her core, she cried out loud. He watched her fingers tear and grip at the sheets as he began to pound into her like a gorilla in heat. Whatever was taking over him felt good, and it was here to stay. Hopefully Courtney was prepared to have many more nights like this to come.

“Damn, baby, you feel so good!” The room got hot; his voice got deeper. His sweet little birthday girl was taking all that he had to offer. She was shaking and trembling uncontrollably under his thrusting frame. His muscles stiffened the closer he got to his release. As his biceps flexed, the dragon tattoo on his arm seemed to come to life, moving and grooving with the rhythm he stroked her to. “I can feel your sexy ass gripping me. Come with me.”
I can’t believe she is about to come, AGAIN.
She had never come this many times in one session, ever. He did not know if he was surprised at her reaction to this new experience or impressed with his own skills, but either way, he was glad she had not rejected the idea all together.

“OH GOD! I’M ABOUT TO COME.” The shrill sound in her voice made his blood feel like it was laced with electricity. Jolts of energy and lust shot through his body straight to his ravaging cock. Jets of his hot seed shot deep into his quaking lover who was convulsing sporadically during her final eruption. Moaning and groaning, pumping and thrusting, he milked them both for the final lap. Sated and exhausted, they both collapsed onto the bed, soaked in sweat and breathing heavily.

Chapter Four

The warm night air flowed through the half lowered windows of the patrol SUV as Orlando and Fabian sat parked, listening to the scanner. Conversations shifted from Orlando’s work weekend without Fabian and the rookie the department had latched to him, then to Fabian’s own romantic wine and dine weekend with Courtney. “So how did she react to your bag of tricks? Come on, give up the goods,” Orlando inquired. Orlando had gone shopping with him to pick out the surprise for his girlfriend. Without his input, who knew what he might have taken home. It could have been something that scared the shit out of her and sent her screaming out of the house thinking he had totally lost his mind. Fabian took the hint from her facial expression when he laid it all out that her thoughts were not too far from that.

“Let’s just say, my heart was in my throat when I walked in the house carrying that bag. I had to chant the famous quote, “Go big or go home” over and over in my head repeatedly to get up enough nerve to ask her to let me use any of that shit.” Orlando sat back in his seat, resting his palm on the armrest with his arm bent at the elbow between them. Leaning his body to the side towards the passenger window, he turned and stared at Fabian.

“Dude! So what the hell happened? Did she reject you or did you get a chance to spank the birthday girl?” Orlando was his best friend, but sometimes he asked for way more details into his personal life than Fabian wanted to share. But if he could not talk to him, who could he talk to?

“Ha-ha! Eventually, I did.” He heard a sharp gasped of surprise echoing in the spacious interior of their vehicle. Dressed in his blue cargo shorts, his partner’s left leg rocked side to side. Orlando was silently, anxiously awaiting details, but he was about to beg for the kiss and tell. The urge to share with his buddy was eating at him too, but he was debating with himself just how much he should tell. “She ran from me at first, and honestly, I thought she was going to refuse all together. But I played the reverse psychology card on her and challenged her.”

Orlando burst out laughing, clapping his hands and stomped his boot into the floor board. “Way to get her to give in.” Orlando slapped his massive hand against Fabian’s, giving him a five in credit for pulling out his man card. “I’ve never seen a woman as competitive as Courtney, bro. You will be able to get her every time with that.”

He did not really like that he had to trick her into trying something new, but hell, a man had to do what a man had to do. It was either live out the fantasy that was burning in the back of his mind or go home and fuck her like a rabid dog just to release the pent up aggression. Still unsure what this new burning desire was, he wondered if it was a one-time thing or if this was something he was going to crave from here on out.

“Lando, I don’t know how or why but once we got started and she finally gave in to me, the nervousness of doing that kinky shit with her left. It all just felt so right. I didn’t even know if I could go through with it at first.” The chatter from the scanner rang out in the background as he confessed being turned on by handcuffing and spanking his woman. “The way she submitted to my wishes brought forth something inside me I didn’t even know existed. I felt the need to take full control.”

The emotionless expression on Orlando’s face said that he was not surprised by any of this, nor was anything he heard uncommon. The man was one of the biggest freaks he had ever known and had probably done things far worse. For Fabian to suddenly be into something so spicy, it had his own self worried. Not that he did not enjoy every minute of it, but what if it turned into something more. What was
it?
He was concerned he might be turning into some kind of fetish freak. Even though Courtney agreed to play along that night, they never talked about it afterwards and the sex throughout the remainder of the weekend went back to the norm. His inner voice kept talking to him, telling him to try more of his new indulgences, but he did not want to push her.

“I can tell you are worried about what she is going to think if you try to bring any more of that shit back into the bedroom.” His friend’s voice snapped him out of the trance he was in. He must have blanked out and stopped talking without noticing. Staring out into the busy streets of downtown Chicago, his mind wandered.

“Yeah. I am. Courtney might have gone along with it, thinking that it was just a one-time thing to heat up her birthday weekend. I, on the other hand, would love to do it again and again! Every damn chance I get, to be honest.” Laughter filled his ears as his partner found it funny that his boy no longer followed in his girlfriend’s conservative footsteps and wanted to let out his inner beast.

Fabian could remember countless occasions when Orlando tried to talk him into getting involved in some of the wild shit he did in college. Being the quieter one of the two, he was more of the romantic relationship type than the loud and rowdy party boy his best friend was. Had he ventured out with his buddy years ago, he might have discovered this inner being that had been hiding deep down inside him all this time. But now that he was out, he needed to know what to do about it.

*****

Her ass was still tender from Friday night. Sitting in her beautician’s chair, she wiggled, trying to find a comfortable position. “Girl, looks like you are having a hard time over there.” Amber, her best friend, laughed as she watched her shift back and forth in her seat. Her stylist, Maria, laughed too, from behind.

“I suppose having wild birthday sex all weekend long will do that to you.” Maria was the type to say whatever came to mind. Everything she said was straight with no chaser. She did not care who she offended. As a sexy, big-boned Latina she had the confident attitude to say and do whatever she wanted, which had landed her into numerous arguments and a couple of fist fights, none of which she lost. Maria was cute as a button though, and she was warm to the heart once you got a chance to really know her. You either loved her or hated her.

“Shhhh…Keep your voice down, Maria. Gosh! I don’t need everyone in here all in my business.”

Maria flipped her long, straight hair over her shoulder and huffed. “If they don’t want to hear what I have to say, then they should just mind their own damn business. I was talking to you and Amber, not everyone else.”

Amber sat in the stylist chair right next to her, picking out her new shade of color. Within the last year, her best friend had gone from natural red head to brunette to blonde, and today, she was considering going jet black. Courtney tried to convince Amber that her skin tone was too fair for that color, she totally ignored her. Courtney also tried to tell her it was a bad idea to continue to treat her hair so often and so did her stylist, but Amber would not hear of it. “So what did you do? You tried anal for the first time, didn’t you? I told you to be cautious of that pretty boy of yours. I knew he was a booty bandit.” Amber was not too keen on keeping her voice
down, either. If the freckles on her face didn’t get your attention, her loud mouth and big boobs would.

“Oh my God! Amber, really? You are no better than Living La Vida Loca over here.” Nudging her thumb towards her own stylist, she shook her head. Even though Amber had been her best friend since grade school, Courtney knew she had been jealous of her and Fabian being together.

Amber had been there the day they had met; she had even spotted him first. Making the first move, Amber had approached Fabian loaded with confidence. Her flirtation and aggressive nature had been too much for him, though. He had let her down easy and asked if she did not mind introducing him to her best friend instead. Courtney had felt bad for Amber for being shot down, but when she had finally gotten a good look at him, she had been glad he was more interested in her, because she had sure been interested in getting to know him.

He had been gorgeous. Fabian had looked like he could have been pulled right out of a magazine. His long hair had fallen around his shoulders and down his back. The button down shirt he had worn was only half buttoned, displaying his well-defined pecs. Usually she did not find a man with hair longer than hers appealing, but it suited him well. His long locks had flowed down, nearly touching the waistband wrapped around his fitted denim jeans. All she had been able to think about was his sexy, slender body grinding on top of her with his soft hair draped all around them. Amber, being the good friend, had introduced them to one another and the rest was history, but she did not hesitate to throw him a low blow every now and then, expressing that she was still a little bitter.

Looking around, Courtney discreetly searched to see if there was anyone in there that knew her. Some of her co-workers went to that very same salon because of her referral. “Would you two PLEASE keep your voices down?” Courtney hated to be embarrassed, and yet her friends seemed to do everything in their power to do just that every chance they got. “If you must know, no! I didn’t. Well, not exactly.”

Maria pinched away at the scissor handles, trimming her hair as she impatiently urged her to give up the details. “Ok, so spill it. What happened?”

Taking a deep breath, she let out a sigh and told them what they wanted to hear. She would be damned if she told them blow-by-blow, but she gave them enough detail so that they got the picture. “I don’t know what had come over Fabian, but it was like he was somebody else.” She cut her eyes to Amber, warning her to keep whatever smart remark she was cooking up to herself. So much for that; it didn’t work.

“Maybe that was his way of telling you he is coming out of the closet.” Amber laughed and high fived Maria, who found her quick wit hilarious.

“Stop calling Fabian gay. Just because he didn’t want you, doesn’t make him gay.” She teased her testy friend by sticking her tongue out at her.

“See, this is why I don’t tell the two of you anything,” Courtney told her friends.

Amber sucked her teeth. “Girl, please! You tell me everything. And if you didn’t tell me, you know I would find out anyway.”

Trying not to move her head too much, she turned to her best friend. “By the way, how do you do that?” Courtney was not lying when she said she did not tell her friends everything,
but somehow Amber always seemed to find out whatever she was trying to keep her from knowing.

“I have my ways, and if I told you I would have to kill you.” Amber winked at her girlfriend and pointed out her final color decision to her stylist when she returned.

Casey wasn’t really one of their friends, but she got just as much dirt as Maria did when they were gossiping and chatting in the salon. From time to time, she would get bold enough to put in her two cents, and if the others did not agree, they did not hesitate to put her back in her place. Courtney actually liked Casey; she was laid back and kind of conservative like herself, but the other ladies treated her like the ugly step-sister most of the time. Casey only got a pass because she was Amber’s stylist, and the woman could do some hair.

“How did Pretty Boy Roy convince you to play along? I didn’t know your little stuffy butt had a freak bone in your body.” Maria had her ways of getting the answers she wanted too. She just kept asking questions until she got all the information she needed.

“He taunted me. I’m set in my ways, but you know I never back down from a challenge.” What Courtney’s friends did not know was that in the back of her mind she had always wanted to try something more erotic, but she had been too afraid to ask. Amber knew about her haunting past and understood why she was so reserved in her sex life. Thank goodness that was one secret she did have enough discretion to keep.

“I agreed to go along with it to make him happy. It seemed like something he really wanted to try, and I trusted him enough to make it worth the risk,” Courtney explained.

Maria looked at Courtney through the mirror. “Chica, what risk? The risk that you might come out of that stuffy shell of yours and actually enjoy a spanking and some bondage?”

Amber gave her a comforting look. She knew and understood what Courtney meant about the risk, and even though none of it was her fault, she apologized to her every chance she got for the pain her friend suffered every day of her life.

“We all know Courtney has issues,” Amber joked, trying to cover up the obvious and to keep Maria from prying. “The real question is, did you like it?”

Courtney envied the wild side her best friend had and that they were not afraid to embrace it. She was too shy to attempt half of the things Amber and Maria had shared with her that they had done and still did every chance they got.

“Once I relaxed; after he challenged me, I did get into it.” She bit her lip. The heat from her core slithered over her breasts, then up her chest and neck, turning her face a bright shade of pink. “The way he commanded me and insisted I do things was…HOT!”

Maria slapped her on the shoulder playfully. “Yes, Master!” she teased in a whiny voice.

“Oh yes, Daddy!” Amber cosigned in a sultry tone. The embarrassment was back. Casey snickered, trying to pretend she was not really listening.

“Very funny, but there was none of that. He was just more dominating than he has ever been with me. I kind of liked the change, but I didn’t tell him that.” Shaking her head, she kind of wished she did not just tell them that.

“There is nothing wrong with submitting to the man that you love, Mami. Some men really get off on that kind of thing,” Maria spoke in a serious tone. This time she was not poking fun at her, and she sounded like she knew what she was talking about. “If this is the kind of thing he is now into, he might ask you to get into it too.”