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The witch was hot, he had to hand it to her. Of course, Sammael hadn’t come into the house knowing that he’d fuck her, but now it was a distinct possibility. He’d felt her pain lace through the air as Karsten told her about his mate. The poor thing hurt so much that he could taste it on the air. He didn’t reckon it would be sinful to console her, to give her body what it had thought it would get from the Unicorn. Consoling her here on the table wouldn’t be very sinful either, just would prove good planning. If anything, it was the Unicorn’s fault for hurting the poor lamb’s feelings.

The trick would be to get her to consent. Karsten had mentioned she might have an aversion to his nature, although he’d sensed none. Most likely, she was one of those types who always proclaimed themselves pure but deep down just never had the courage to try it nasty. Not that he could force her because he knew she’d enjoy it eventually. He knew how far he could push the game. His mind was constantly on that fence, at least until he could find something that would please Lucifer enough to not want him next to Belial screaming for eternity.

He waited until Karsten was in his room for the night before turning and smiling at Bianca, who had her back to him. The unsettling thing was the Angels’ tears she had. Why anyone would keep such an unsettling item in the house was beyond him. But for a witch, he supposed, it wasn’t all that unusual as Angels’ tears were very rare. It was the opal as well that interested him. Why would she keep one so large? On the table alone was enough to kill most of the Fallen in Hell, or at least seriously mess their day up.

He hadn’t been entirely honest about the true strength of the tears, one doesn’t exactly go about giving people all the ingredients to kill them. The blade would kill Nybras, but not him. The vial of tears would destroy him instantly. It was odd for an immortal that close to true death. It was very surreal to, after so long, come across something so small that would end everything. It wasn’t a very good feeling.

“Penny for your thoughts?” he said to the witch who was staring out the door that Karsten had left through.

She turned to him, her eyes a little shiny, and smiled. “Me? Nothing much. Just kinda saying goodbye to a good time. And yes, before you ask, I will be okay. He was never truly mine to begin with. Thought I should have known he wasn’t joking when he told me on the phone.” She sighed.

He nodded, trying to put himself in her position and failing. He’d never been that close to anyone. The humans’ ability to love and to hurt was well known, but the Fallen and the Angels could love greatly, too. Lucifer himself, his great love was humanity. Sammael had just never seen the point. Love never worked out. He decided to forgo his normal response of, “That’s what you get for caring,” and shrugged. “Sounds like you need to find yourself some more good times.”

She laughed. “You offering?” She poured herself a glass of wine, grabbed a strawberry off the plate, and put it to her lips in a very seductive manner.

Smiling, he lifted his empty glass and walked over to her. Sitting next to her, he filled it. “Me? Surely you wouldn’t take me up on my offer.” He let his heated gaze wander over her knowing full well she would. “You don’t look very…corruptible.” Lowering his lips to the glass, he grinned.

“Well, I don’t make a habit of taking a tumble with Fallen, Sammael,” she said. “Does Karsten know full well what you are?”

He met her eyes, a touch of wickedness flooding into his features. “Do you?” he purred. Setting his glass aside, he lifted a strawberry and held it to her mouth.

She bit into the tender flesh and chewed slowly, savoring the flavor. “I do. And I also know that you have just enough light in you that my goddess wasn’t offended when you entered the house. So as long as you’re not here to hurt me or mine, and trust me, I still count Karsten as mine, we are cool.”

He looked at her seriously, slightly concerned about this light side both she and Karsten were talking about. “If I kill the Unicorn, I go straight to Hell. I don’t plan on living there any time soon. I’m not a fan of the place.”

“Then why did you Fall? From what I hear, On High isn’t such a swell place either, but at least it isn’t run by a lunatic.”

He chuckled despite the uneasy feeling that talking about the Fall always brought him. “What makes you so sure it isn’t?”

“On High? Darling, I’m an acolyte of a goddess of another pantheon. Those On High that I have met tend to be priggish and snotty. But that’s not the question. Why did you Fall?”

He shook his head. “I don’t know. Because things weren’t always so black and white. Because Lucifer was a friend. Because God was in the wrong. Because On High needed a Fallen soldier to kill for them. Because I just wasn’t Angel material.” He chuckled running his fingertips lightly over her bare shoulder. “Because lust is a sin.”

She shivered under his touch and looked at him, her bottom lip glistening. “Yet another reason why I don’t like the Christian faith. Not that it matters.”

“I don’t recommend any faith, other than having faith in yourself. There were many reasons I Fell, but I’ve never regretted my decision. I’d do it again in a heartbeat.” He grinned savagely, lifting her and setting her on his knee. “So what about you? An acolyte? How have you managed that at such a young age?” He kissed her shoulder tenderly.

She shivered and shrugged. “I’m not that young, Sam. My younger cousin is clan priestess. Even after she went rogue, she was invited back into the fold.”

He nipped the skin on her shoulder, and she felt his tongue flit out to soothe the reddened flesh. “Did I ask about her, love?”

“No you didn’t. But it is part of my story. I’m second in Ishtar’s eyes, though she remains loyal to my cousin for some reason or another. I’m an acolyte because I’m powerful enough to be.” She leaned into him. “You’re going to seduce me, aren’t you?”

Of course I am, he thought with a smirk. “Do you want me to?”

“If I said no, I would be lying, and I don’t lie.”

“Well, that is good news.” He kissed her soft skin, and she felt his fingers edge under her top. “So carry on. Why doesn’t she favor you?”

“My bloodline isn’t as strong as my cousin’s. So I have power, and the will to use it, even the Goddess’s ear, but no standing with her. She protects me because of my purity.”

“That doesn’t sound very fair.” He worked farther up brushing the edge of her lace bra.

She arched under his hands and whimpered in a small voice. “Life isn’t fair, is it? And why are you asking, you don’t really care.”

“I don’t, but I don’t think you’re ready for my version of small talk just yet.” His hands finally moved under her bra.

She smirked and reached between her breasts through the opening of her v-neck blouse and undid the clasp of her bra. “Try me.”

Growling, he hooked her leg over him, pulling her flush against his straining erection. She felt his lips moved to her ear then he kissed and suckled down her neck. “What about all that purity? You’d give it all to me for the night?” He stopped and sucked hard on the mound of flesh above her breast. “And it would be just the night, wouldn’t it?” He pulled her v-neck down to expose her large, round breasts.

She moaned. “Being a good girl has gotten me nowhere. I think it’s high time I indulged.” She moaned and her right hand buried in his curls. “Blessed night that feels good.”

“Just what I wanted to hear.” He sucked a rock hard nipple into his mouth. “Tell me what you want me to do?”

She wiggled on his lap and closed her eyes. Her breath hitched. “Anything, as long as I like it. Something tells me you’re a wild ride.”

“Just something?” He smirked up at her. “Well, you’re the one wanting a walk on the wild side. Unless, you’re giving a Fallen carte blanche over your body.” He nipped hard as his hands set about releasing her of her skirt.

She looked down into his eyes and licked her lips. “If I’m going to go, I might as well go all the way, don’t you think?” Bianca wiggled and set her hands to work on his shirt.

He ripped off her skirt and threw it into the corner. “There’s always the chance I’ll stop by next time I’m in France.” He toyed around the edges of her panties. They matched her bra, a nice respectable set. They had obviously never been worn to tease, but he liked that. She was as innocent as she could be. Purity begs to be spoiled. He smirked at her thinking how true that saying was.

“Something tells me I wouldn’t throw you out of bed for eating crackers, Sam. We have tonight, don’t we?”

“We do, but there’s just one thing that’s been bothering me.” He ground himself into her, which drew a sweet gasp. “Well, two things, but we’ll take care of him in a moment.”

“Um, what’s the other, and if you do that again, I’m really going to soak my panties.”

He groaned and ground harder. “Little tease. I can’t figure out why you’d keep so much Angels’ tears and the opal. Why? Surely not luck.”

She moaned. “The opal has been in the family for years. My great-great-grandmum had it in a pendant that she wore for the goddess long ago when she was high priestess.” She shuddered a little, her breathing becoming labored.

He moved his attention back to her breasts, sucking and nibbling them. “And the tears?”

She cried out, biting her bottom lip and sobbing. Her hands went to his shoulders, then his chest, abs, then belt, and she nimbly fingered the leather, as if unsure how to open it. “The tears were a gift from my mother a week before she died. I don’t know why we have them. Please. Please.”

He considered her answer for as long as his body would allow with her thumbing his belt. “Fair enough.” He kicked his shoes off, lifted her, and settled her on the table in front of him. He fell to his knees and spread her thighs wide. Rolling his eyes up to meet hers, he licked his lips inches away from her moist panties. “You smell like heaven, so pure and untainted. I wonder what you taste like come morning.”

The whimper that left her body echoed off the walls in the library, and she looked down at him with delicate heat in her eyes, her breathing coming in shallow, short little breaths. “You’ll let me know, won’t you?” she said, her voice heavy and thick with passion.

“Oh, you can count on it.” He turned his attention to the sight in front of him, her delicate little panties with a tiny frilled edge. Innocence spoiled. He rarely fell to his knees for any woman, but this was different. If he wanted to train a new whore, he had to show her the full extent of what she could have. That and he loved it when a woman pulled on his hair. He loved the small moans a woman made when she tasted herself on him, knowing what it was but unable to have any other reaction. Some things were just too fucking hot to pass up on the point of pride, and this wasn’t about dominance. He already knew who was more dominant of the two.

He laid a gentle kiss over the damp material, breathing her in. She squirmed and leaned back on the table. The tomes and grimoires propped her up at an odd angle, her body displayed before him. She wiggled out of her shirt and bra and, except for the panties, she was lying completely nude for him. Her back rested on the warm leather of the hardbound books that littered the table.

He wondered briefly just how much he was going to pay at the end of the month in his sin statement, but seeing her lying surrounded by God’s words and Angels’ handwriting, he just didn’t care. He prodded her with his tongue, drawing it slowly over the soft material, learning her curves before he saw them. She was getting wetter by the second, soaking right through for him and he loved it. He flicked around her clit, making her squirm more. “How many blasphemous terms do you think you can come up with?” he asked as his hands crept under the satin.

She moaned and arched again. Her mouth worked but no words came out, only a quiet purr. Her hands went to her stomach and slowly moved up to cup her breasts. With her eyes closed and her head back, her body begged him with all it had.

She would make quite the whore, he mused looking up at her. “That’s it sweet, touch yourself.” He trailed off as he ripped off her underwear and slipped his tongue into her. She tasted amazing, like blood and holy water, the two purest of things, not that he’d ever tell her that. He pushed into her, covering his mouth and chin with her juices for her to lap off him later.

Bianca moaned and panted, her body stuck in the angle it was in, among the books. “Sweet night you’re a sin!” she sobbed. Her hands went to her nipples, lightly rubbing up and then down towards her belly. She dug her fingers into his hair, trying to hold him there. “Goddess take me! Don’t you fucking stop!”

He growled, pulling her closer to him, delving his tongue deep inside of her. There was nothing sexier than a woman pulling his hair. Oh, how he loved that. He hadn’t even gotten his cock out yet and she was screaming for him. She would indeed make a good addition to his list of whores. He slipped his tongue out of her and moved up to run it around her clit, not quite making contact, but being close enough to make her gasp. Her grip on his hair tightened, making him growl a loud, deep vibrating growl. He thrust his tongue back into her, eating at her again.

She shouted his name, it in itself a curse to the heavens, and the room shook with the force of it. She tugged at his hair, trying to get him to the place where she truly burned for him. The sounds coming from her were mewling whimpers when she breathed. “Anything…please…” she begged.

He chuckled, knowing he had her. Not that he hadn’t had her from the beginning. Her moans and pleas were intoxicating to him, as were the not-so-gentle tugs on his hair. She’d do anything for him at this moment, anything to let her body run its course and give her the first orgasm, anything to never stop, anything to give her just what she’d always wanted and needed. His cock throbbed, begging to join in the fun. He was a sick fuck, and he knew it, but he couldn’t keep on ignoring those pleas no matter how much he got off on the control. He let her hands move him to where she so desired. Taking her clit roughly into his mouth, he swirled it around with his tongue, sucking on it just enough.

“Sam!” she screamed and shuddered, coming hard into his mouth. Her hands roughly ripped at his hair. Her panting and shaking moved the large table. Her thighs clamped around his head, and she arched again, the orgasm riding out as she eased up on the vice grip that were her legs. “Mother Night, you’re fantastic,” she whispered when her panting subsided enough to let her speak.

He chuckled. His whole body shook with need, it didn’t like being denied this long. He parted her legs and stood in front of her. Never one to rush, he enjoyed the testing strain on his body, always wanting to see how far he could push himself. He slowly unfastened his belt, kicking his jeans off until he stood in front of her naked, his erection riding high. Wearing nothing but a smirk, he watched her eyes greedily assess him.

She licked her lips and shivered. Her nipples puckering as if a frigid blast of air ghosted through, and she purred. “Please. I need to feel you.”

“Of course, you do, sweet.” He moved into her grabbing her ass and edging her forward a few inches placing his tip at her tight opening. Lowering his mouth to her, he kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her at the same time as he did his cock. He growled into her mouth. She was so fucking tight. She moaned into him, able to taste herself as he kissed her. Her legs wrapped around his thighs, and her arms went to his sides, her nails scratching down his waist.

He groaned at the pain. Fuck how he loved that. He cupped her at the little indent where her ass cheeks met the tops of her thighs, spreading her open wider for him. Gaining deeper access, he thrust purposefully into her, swinging his hips up into her in deep long strokes.

Her body shuddered and arched for him, her mouth glistening with the remnants of the kiss. Her eyes were closed, and her hands went back to her breasts, this time pinching her nipples hard, biting her bottom lip as she did. “So close…So close…”

“Fuck, that’s it,” he hissed in her ear. Every thrust became harder and faster. “Self gratification.” He bit down on her ear before sucking one of her pert nipples into his mouth. “I want to see you strumming on that perfect clit of yours,” he told her, biting her nipple hard and drawing a little blood, which he gladly drank down, suckling it from her.

Being treated as such agreed with her as she moaned and licked her lips, her right hand going to her mouth and then to his. She slipped two fingers inside, wetting them, then trailed her hand down her body, her wet fingers finding their mark. She stroked in time with his thrusts, moaning his name as she came for him, her left hand shooting up to her own hair.

His body worked of its own accord, pumping furiously as he felt her body twitch. He moved from her nipple into a deep kiss as he followed her over the brink. He wrapped his hand in her thick dark hair, pulling her head back as he emptied deep inside of her. He lay on her for a moment, waiting for the haze to subside before standing and pulling out of her.

Sam watched with something like glee as their juices poured out of her and pooled on the table before he turned to her and motioned. “Now that wasn’t a bad start.” He smiled as he sat back on the chair, his legs not quite able to support him. “Now on your knees and clean me up, love. I want you to know how I taste now.”

Flush with the afterglow of a mind-numbing orgasm, she shook as she moved, almost slipping off the table, onto her knees, looking reverently up at him. Her small hand went around his base as she moved toward him with her mouth, slipping him in and licking and sucking as she did, moaning all the while. He was soon at the back of her throat, and going further very easily. The woman was able to deep throat like no other he had ever encountered.

“Oh fuck yes!” He panted, wrapping her hair around his hands and pushing her further down with ease. “You’re a fucking natural. Fuck knows why you’ve been wasting yourself away, witch.” He let her play for a few moments more before pulling her off him using her hair and sitting her back on his lap. He kissed her deeply, tasting both of them with a groan of pleasure. “Oh hell, you’re tasting better and better.” He smirked proudly. “Just wait and see where we have you by morning,” he whispered in her ear.

-End of Snippet-

After a horrible ordeal and lengthy captivity, Illori Swain is resigned to wither her life away in loneliness. Then she meets Karsten Morris, a male unicorn she has been searching for, the other half of her soul.

A man of worth and a stallion of breeding, Karsten Morris sees Illori as his salvation, the love he’s searched for all his life. The luck and light that rule their existence finally bring them together, but everything worthwhile is tested, and fate isn’t against making the good suffer.

After escaping her captivity, free from the bonds of hell that held her, Illori is now hunted by two of Hell’s minions.

One, Sammael, a fallen angel with one foot in Heaven, is set on the scent by Lucifer himself. The other, Nybras, is a devil vying for Sammael’s job. Nybras will stop at nothing to get what he thinks he deserves.

When the devil cheats to gain his prize, Sammael must join forces with Karsten to save the mare Illori to make sure the balance of the verses are not compromised.

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The rain was relentless. Not that Vincent cared. He had no reason to go out in it. However, the scene outside his window was damned dreary and depressing. The condo complex he lived in was landscaped to be all woodsy with twisting streams and paths that included little bridges. The huge plate glass window of his spare bedroom/office looked out over the bridge that led to his building. His condo and his neighbor’s shared a path to their combined front deck. On the backside of their building were two identical condos, but they were out of sight and another path led to them.

The rain had been coming down in sheets all day. Now, at three in the afternoon it was almost as dark as night. Still, Vince could see that the complex’s streams were swollen and rushing beneath the bridges, the pathways flooded and muddy. He felt bad for those residents who had to lug something home in this weather. The garages were all pretty far from the condos themselves. It would be easy to slip in the mud and water and drop whatever you were carrying.

As if his thoughts had conjured up a victim, his neighbor came slip-sliding into view. She wore a traditional business type tan raincoat with the hood pulled up to cover her head. Instantly, Vince’s eyes went to her feet, because usually she wore ridiculously high heeled shoes. Today, however, she wore bright red rubber boots that reached her knees. The heels were clutched in her hand along with what looked like a small gift bag. When she stumbled over the bridge, clumsy in the big boots, he saw that the bag wasn’t a holiday bag, but a birthday bag, which was odd since it was Christmas Eve.

He watched in amusement as she shuffled toward their deck, obviously unused to wearing such awkward footwear. Standing at the corner of his window he could see her step onto the covered deck. She reached up and pushed the hood back. Her honey colored hair was tousled and her mascara had run. She looked completely disheveled. In the year he’d lived next to her, Vince didn’t think he’d ever seen her with a hair out of place. Today, she looked like a designer version of a bag lady.

She sat the bag on the railing so she could take out her key. He stretched on his tiptoes to get a better look at her. The bag was definitely a birthday bag. So either she had bought a gift for someone else or it was her birthday. There was a thud as she went into her condo and shut the door.

Vince sat down at his desk and returned to staring out at the rain. He’d turned off all the phones in his house, hoping against hope to avoid his family. He’d already told them he was busy, on a deadline to finish coding the program he’d been contracted to create. However, the Warfield clan was big on holidays and despite his deadline, he knew they expected him to participate in the family Christmas revelry.

The problem was, now that he was past thirty, his family expected him to marry. For the past two Christmases, at least one of his relatives had brought along a friend in the hope that Vincent would hook up with her. They didn’t get it at all. He wasn’t ready to get married. And even if he was, he wouldn’t marry any of their friends. If he did, his life would be even more invaded by them. He was trying to get away from them, not give them a pipeline into his bedroom.

He sighed and looked at his computer monitor. The deadline wasn’t all that urgent really. He just needed an excuse to not go to the big Christmas Eve party at his aunt’s house and the big Christmas Day festivities at his parents’ house. He didn’t want to see his cousins and siblings and all the nieces and nephews and assorted other relatives. He just wanted a peaceful, quiet holiday in front of his fire with a lot of wine and some corny old Christmas tunes. Maybe he’d even make popcorn and watch It’s A Wonderful Life. Christmas alone sounded like heaven to him.

Movement outside his window caught his eye. A familiar brown uniform was making its way up the muddy path toward his condo. Who the hell would send a package on Christmas Eve? he thought.

The UPS guy disappeared from view and Vince stood up, preparing to go down to open the door, but no one knocked. He looked out the window and saw the courier rapping on his neighbor’s door. He frowned when she didn’t answer. The courier rang the bell. She still didn’t answer. That’s when the guy turned toward Vince’s door.

He was already on the stairs headed down, when the doorbell rang. He yanked open the door and the frowning UPS guy shoved a small flat box into his hands.

“It’s for your neighbor. She ain’t home,” he said, bounding off the porch and into the rain before Vince could tell him that she was home.

He shut the door and set the box on the hall table. The label said it was from Plain Brown Wrapper. Opening the hall closet door, he rummaged for a pair of flip flops. He wasn’t about to put on shoes and socks to stand on the deck and pound on Ms. Nikki Crawford’s door. He was suddenly feeling pissy that he even had to. Why the UPS guy couldn’t have just left the box propped against her front door was beyond Vince. Now, it was up to him to go out in the cold and damp to lean on her doorbell until she answered.

Pulling out the flip flops, he put them on and picked up the box with a resigned sigh. At least, he would appreciate the warm fire, popcorn, and old movie even more when he got back. He stepped out on the deck, leaving his front door ajar. Walking the five feet to her door, he was aware of the wind picking up and the rain becoming sleet. He shivered a little as he pushed her doorbell. He could hear it echo through her condo, but she didn’t answer.

Ignoring the rain, he leaned over the railing to see if her windows were glowing with light. There was none. The condo was dark. Even the porch light wasn’t on. He rang the bell again. Still no answer. Now, Vince was worried. Why hadn’t she answered the door? Even if she’d taken a shower when she got home, she should be out by now, he thought.

Vince pounded on the panels of the wood door, trying to remember where he’d put the phone number for the condo association. There was an emergency number for the manager who was supposed to have keys to all the units in case of emergency. In the year he’d been there, he still hadn’t given the guy his key. With the sensitive work he sometimes did, it went against the grain for him to give someone access to his home. Not that anyone needed a key anyway. He rarely left the house.

There was a loud thud just then and Vince jumped, spinning around. The wind had slammed his front door shut. He blinked at it. Had he unlocked the door when he walked out? he wondered, a stab of discomfort twisting his stomach. He walked over and tried the door. Locked.

Vince shook his head ruefully. It was ironic that just as he thought about how the manager had no need of his key, he got locked out. Now, it was imperative that he get his neighbor to answer the door. He needed to use her phone to call a locksmith.

He wiggled his frozen toes and pushed her doorbell again. Still no answer. He leaned his head against the panels of the door, listening for any sounds inside. Faintly, he thought he heard the sound of crying. With a frown, he closed his eyes and concentrated, pushing his ear closer to the seam of the door and doorframe. Those were definitely sobs he heard inside the condo. His stomach clenched and his chest began to ache. They were the most heart rending sobs he had ever heard.

Clutching the box to his chest, he pounded on the panels, calling his neighbor’s name. “Nikki! Open the door, it’s Vince! Nikki!”

In the year he’d lived next door to her, they’d spoken maybe a dozen a times. He’d introduced himself when he moved in. They’d said good morning or hi, how are you a few times. He’d asked her over for pizza one Saturday, but she’d declined and he hadn’t pushed it. She was cool and reserved, almost standoffish, and he wasn’t much better, always distracted and busy inside his head with work.

He thought about what she looked like. She was beautiful, really. Honey colored hair, long, but often worn in a chignon. She almost always dressed professionally, rarely in casual clothes. She was petite and always wore very high heeled shoes. With the four inch heels on, she probably fit under his chin. Measured against his height of six foot one, that put her at about five foot two. Her eyes were… green, he thought. Not dark. Her face was triangular, high cheekbones, pointy chin. Her skin seemed smooth and unlined, her age anywhere from thirty to forty five. She had that classic kind of cool beauty that was pretty ageless.

She came home late usually, after eight pm, often with a briefcase in her hand and a take out food bag. He knew she drove a nice car, a sporty Acura sedan in an understated shade of blue. She’d never brought home a date or a boyfriend that he knew of. He’d never known her to be away for the night either unless she was on a business trip. All of that added up to no love life, which was a little odd for such an attractive woman. A very attractive woman who was sobbing as if her heart was breaking while he stood on her porch getting frostbitten toes.

Vince listened at the door again. She was still crying. The sound was like a knife in his gut. It made him want to knock the door down and take her in his arms. And it made him want to shoot whoever had made her cry like that. His male protective instincts had been awakened and even if he hadn’t been locked out of his condo, he would have been pounding on her door, yelling her name to get to her answer.

He kept up the pounding for a good five minutes until finally he heard the sound of the locks being turned. The door cracked open wide enough that he could see her place was dark, no lights on. Her hair hung in her face, so he couldn’t get a good look at her.

“Nikki, a package came for you,” he said gently.

Her hand slipped through the small opening, reaching for it. Vince saw that her fingers trembled. He held onto the package, saying, “The wind slammed my door shut. I’m locked out. Can I use your phone to call a locksmith?”

She sniffled, withdrawing her hand, but she still didn’t speak. Vince’s heart turned over in his chest. She was obviously very distressed.

“I’m sorry to bother you, Nikki,” he told her in a soft voice. “I know you were crying. I promise I won’t disturb you. I just need to make a phone call.”

The door opened another inch, and he saw her push her hair back. Her face was streaked with tears, her mascara in black smears on her cheeks. She blinked at him, her green eyes huge in her small face, her soft mouth trembling. Vince was instantly beset with the strong urge to take her in his arms and comfort her.

She stepped back and opened the door wider, turning away from him. “The phone’s over there,” she said hoarsely, waving a hand toward the living room. “I need to wash my face.”

She disappeared down the hall and Vince stepped into her house, turning on the lights. Apparently, she’d come in, dropped her things in the entryway and commenced sobbing on the couch in the dark. Her wet raincoat was crumpled on the floor. Beside it lay the muddy rubber boots and the birthday gift bag. He picked up the coat and hung it in the closet, then set the boots on a piece of newspaper.

Bending to pick up the birthday bag, he saw that the tag said, “Happy birthday, Ms. Crawford.” It was obviously a gift from one of her staff since the tag was addressed so formally. He peered inside. The gift was a brooch, an enameled Christmas tree. Very pretty, but inexpensive and impersonal.

He set the bag on the half moon hall table and stepped down into Nikki’s living room. Her couch was cream colored, but one of the pillows bore the unmistakable marks of her tears, black mascara streaks. Vince picked it up and turned it around so it wasn’t obvious. The phone was on the glass coffee table. He picked it up, dialing information as he looked around the room.

She lived well. The furniture was expensive but warm and comfortable, a lot like his own stuff. She had expensive electronics just like him. The most feminine thing in the room though was a row of giraffes on the mantle. Wooden ones, china ones, ivory, a jeweled one that must have cost a fortune, one covered in fake hide… That’s when he noticed that she had other accents around the room in giraffe print fabric and had a few framed paintings and prints in the same theme. She was a giraffe fan, which seemed weird considering how tiny she was.

The other thing he noticed about her house was that there were no Christmas decorations. Even though he didn’t want to spend Christmas with his family this year, Vince had still put up a tree and strung lights through his banister. Stockings hung from his mantle even though he lived alone. Every room in his house had some kind of holiday decoration. He might be tired of the hectic boisterous Warfield family gatherings, but he loved Christmas.

He was on his fourth call to a locksmith when Nikki reappeared. She had changed into jeans and a black turtleneck sweater. Her honey colored hair was pulled back in a severe ponytail that emphasized the triangular shape of her face. Now that her face was scrubbed clean of makeup, he could see that she had little crows feet at the corners of her eyes and couple of lines between her arched brows as if she frowned a lot.

“Any luck?” she asked huskily, her hands thrust into the front pockets of her jeans.

He shook his head, and tried again to talk the locksmith into coming out on Christmas Eve. “I’ll pay you triple your normal rate,” he begged.

Finally, the locksmith agreed to come, but he couldn’t give Vince a definite time because he had three jobs ahead of him, the roads were turning icy, the traffic was bad, and it was a holiday. Vince hung up and looked at his neighbor. She wouldn’t meet his eyes.

“I’m sorry. He’s not sure how long it will be before he gets here,” Vince said apologetically. Nikki bit her lip, her shoulders hunching. “Look, I’ll call my brother to come get me. I’ll be out of your hair in half an hour,” he said in a rush, ready to do anything to wipe that bleak look off her face.

“No. It’s okay. It’s my fault you’re locked out. If I had answered the door when the UPS guy rang, none of this would have happened,” she replied, her voice whiskey rough from her tears.

She turned away, heading for the kitchen. “Can I get you a drink? Something to eat?”

Her voice was cool and formal, and Vince knew it was a front. Even though she wouldn’t look at him, he’d gotten a glimpse of her eyes, and what he saw in those emerald depths was a despair that was barely holding back another onslaught of tears.

He followed her, for some reason not wanting to let her out of his sight. “A cup of coffee? Or some cocoa?” he replied. “I was just going to light a fire, make some popcorn and watch It’s A Wonderful Life when the UPS guy knocked.”

A shudder went through her when he mentioned the movie. It was apparently not a wonderful life for her, if the tears were anything to go by. Vince wished he could convince her that just like in the movie, sometimes things were just not as bad as they seemed.

Nikki reached into the refrigerator and pulled out some milk. He watched her pour some in a pan and turn on the burner, take out mugs and expensive Swiss chocolate cocoa mix. She knew he was standing there, but she acted as if she was alone in the kitchen, her movements deliberate and economical.

“If you have microwave popcorn, I can make it without burning it,” he said in an amused voice, hoping to coax a smile from her.

Her eyes flicked toward him, and she pointed silently to a cupboard. Vince opened it and took out a box of popcorn. Well, that hadn’t worked, he thought as he eyes her stiff back.

While the popcorn popped and Nikki made the cocoa, Vince looked for a bowl. She pointed to another cupboard and he opened it, taking down a big terra cotta colored bowl. Nikki pulled out a tray and put the mugs of cocoa on them. Vince set the bowl of popcorn on it and took the tray from her. She followed him into the living room and placed some napkins on the coffee table by the tray.

Vince seated himself in the corner of her L shaped couch so that no matter where she sat, she wouldn’t be that far from him. He noticed that she sat on the edge of the cushion as if she were about to jump up at any second. The tenseness of her shoulders gave away her discomfort and he saw that her white socked toes were curled under almost as if they were hands clenched into fists.

Vince figured the only way to break the ice was to be honest. Maybe then she would relax. “Nikki, I know we don’t really know each other although we’ve been neighbors more than a year. I know you were crying tonight. And I have to tell you that I’ve never heard anything so heart wrenching in my life,” he said simply. “If there’s something I can do to help, please tell me and I will do it.”

She lifted her head and her eyes met his. The bleak despair in those beautiful green eyes made his stomach twist. She looked at him silently for a long moment. Then she set her cup down on the table. An expression of determination settled on her piquant face.

“Vincent, am I attractive?” she asked finally.

He blinked. Of the things she could have said, that was the one he never would have guessed. “Yes,” he answered honestly. “You’re a very beautiful woman.”

Nikki looked at him thoughtfully and he wondered what the hell was going on behind those haunted eyes of hers.

“You’re sure you want to help me?” Her voice was husky, the whiskey soaked tones low.
He nodded, unable to help himself. The more he looked at her, the more beautiful she became.

Remembering the sound of her tears, her pain, knowing that it was still bottled up inside her… no one should feel like that especially on Christmas Eve. He just wanted to enfold her in his arms and make the pain go away.

Then her words shattered his warm feelings.

“Will you fuck me?”

~~~

Opening her mouth and uttering the words, “Will you fuck me?” was the hardest thing Nikki had ever done. She could stare down corporate raiders and manipulate reluctant board members, but asking a man for sex was not in her repertoire of skills. In fact, it had been at least a year and a half since she had last gotten laid, not that it had been any great shakes either. The only orgasms she’d had in the last five years were the ones her vibrator gave her.

Men were usually intimidated by her. Her cool demeanor, her business skills, her sharp intelligence, all combined to make her an ice queen that men were afraid to touch. The arrogant alpha types didn’t like how emasculating her success was and refused to be with her. The weaker beta or omega types were afraid they wouldn’t measure up, which meant, of course, that they never did.

Nikki didn’t know where Vincent fell in that spectrum. She’d been watching him for more than a year. He worked from home and was often distracted. She knew he made a lot of money or he wouldn’t even be able to afford a condo in this complex. He drove an expensive Jaguar. He wore a Rolex. She knew he had family because she’d seen them. A sister. Two brothers who looked a lot like him with the same silky dark brown hair.

She knew he watched football and occasionally smoked cigars on the deck. He had his groceries delivered. He didn’t have a pet. He played air guitar… Her lips twitched as she recalled seeing him once in the upstairs bedroom window with headphones on, jumping around strumming the air. Then her amusement faded as she remembered something else about him. He was younger than her.

Younger men had always appealed to her in the sense that they were hot, beautiful specimens of manhood. Who wouldn’t like looking at something beautiful? But take one to bed? Or have a relationship with one? No way. No how. She’d never met a younger man who appealed to her that way before. Yet tonight, looking at the honest expression on Vincent’s face, something shifted inside her.

Maybe it was the fact that it was her fortieth birthday, and it had been the worst birthday of her existence. Maybe it was because she couldn’t face another birthday, let alone another Christmas alone, without a single person who cared about her. Maybe it was because she’d been watching him for a year and deep inside she’d yearned to reach out to him, to make friends with him, to know him, to touch him…

She looked at him now, his amber eyes wide with shock. He was handsome, intelligent, and kind, everything she liked most in a man. In her socks, she only stood as high as the middle of his chest, and his size made her feel feminine and delicate. Breathing in his scent, a mixture of some kind of aftershave or cologne and his own masculine smell, she felt heat pooling in her lower body.

The moment the words fell from her lips, she’d known that she had wanted him all along. Since the moment she’d first laid eyes on him. But he was her neighbor and he was younger. He was everything she could not, should not have.

“No.”

His refusal echoed in her head. Dear God, he was rejecting her. How embarrassing… how… painful… The pain overrode everything else actually. Unable to stop herself, tears filled her eyes. There was a rushing in her ears. Vincent said something and she had to shake her head to clear it. She stared at him blankly, her heart and body aching.

He frowned. “Nikki, did you hear me?” he asked, scooting closer to her on the couch. “I won’t fuck you, but I’d be more than happy to make love to you.”

Vincent’s softly spoken words, the expression of concern and growing desire on his face, overwhelmed her. The tears that filled her eyes spilled over. She swallowed hard and Vincent groaned. His hands reached out and pulled her against him. Her eyelids fluttered down as his lips touched hers.

His mouth was firm and warm, his kiss teasing her lips open. His hands were warm on her back as he tugged her closer until her breasts were pressed against his chest. She shivered when his tongue swiped along her bottom lip. When he raised his head, her eyes opened. Those beautiful golden irises were like flames, his desire plain to see.

“Do you know how many times I wondered if you had a boyfriend?” he asked.

She shook her head. Vincent laughed a little, a self deprecating sound. “Every time I saw you,” he admitted.

Nikki looked away, scooting back on the couch, her body angling away from his. “Are you trying to tell me you’ve always been attracted to me?”

“Yes. Not that I wanted to admit it.”

When her eyes shifted back to his, she could see that he was a little uncomfortable. “You’re a very self possessed woman. It’s hard to get close to you. Whenever I tried to talk to you, you walked away, as if you didn’t have time for me.” A short, humorless bark of laughter escaped him. “You’ve been very hard on my ego, Nikki.”

“I didn’t mean to be, but your age and… and…” she stumbled to a stop, not sure what to say about their age difference. She wasn’t even sure exactly how old he was. He looked like was about twenty eight.

His hand caught her chin, turning her face back to his. “I’m thirty two years old. I’m not a kid, Nikki.”

Suddenly, she felt the weight of her horrible birthday again. “I’m forty years old today, Vincent,” she whispered, her expression bleak. “I’m forty and there is no one in this world who cares about me. My executive staff gave me rain boots. My assistant gave me a brooch. I have no one to go to dinner with. No one to come home to. No one to spend Christmas with. Not even a girlfriend. I’m pathetic. A forty year old loser at life.”

Wrapping his arms around her, Vincent rocked her against his chest. “That’s not true. You came home to me.”

“No. You only came over because I didn’t answer the door for the UPS man.”

“If you had given me a chance six months ago when I asked you over for pizza, you would have been coming home to me,” he told her arrogantly.

She remembered him asking. He’d said it very casually one Saturday morning at the mailboxes. His tone had been offhand as if he didn’t really care if she came over or not, so she’d turned him down.

“You really want to make love to me?” she said into his sweatshirt.

Instead of answering, Vincent took her hand and placed it on the button fly of his jeans. She gasped, feeling the hard throbbing flesh beneath the denim. Her eyes met his.

“I-I’m older th-than you,” she stammered.

An annoyed expression crossed his handsome face. “Seven and a half years. That’s nothing. You’re still young. You can still have kids. Age is just a number,” he told her firmly.

“K-kids?” she gasped, her eyes wide.

He grimaced. “I shouldn’t have said that. I’m putting the cart before the horse. Right now, I just want to get between your thighs. Now, shall I take you upstairs, or shall I light a fire in the fireplace and proceed to give you rug burn on your ass?”

The deep despair and loneliness that had enveloped her earlier was suddenly gone. She looked up at Vincent. His sexy smile, filled with desire and anticipation, had her heart thudding in her chest. He wanted her. He really, truly wanted her.

“I don’t care,” she breathed, answering his question. “I just want you.”

“In that case, I have an idea.”

He got up and lit the fire. As soon as it blazed to life, he reached down and pulled off his sweatshirt. Nikki gazed up at him, watching the slabs of golden light from the fire slide across his wide chest. He was gorgeous. Perfect abs, cut and ridged. Long arms with defined biceps and rock hard forearms. Firm pecs and shoulders that rippled with muscle. A line of dark hair bisected his abdomen and disappeared behind the waistband of his jeans. He was so beautiful Nikki wanted to cry and she hadn’t even seen all of him yet.

“Your turn, sexy lady,” he murmured, reaching out to pull her to her feet.

His long fingers slipped under the hem of her sweater, teasing the soft skin of her waist. Nikki sucked in a breath, her nostrils filling with his scent, as he eased the sweater up. The soft cashmere glided up over her unbound breasts, baring them to his eyes. As he stared at her, the tips hardened. While her arms and his hands were tangled in the sweater, effectively cuffing them both, Vincent bent his head and took a nipple into his mouth. He suckled her gently, his tongue swirling over the sensitive tip. Nikki whimpered and wriggled, trying to get her hands free so she could touch him, but her arms were caught tightly in the sweater.

Vincent switched to the other breast, just for a moment. Then he lifted his head and pulled her sweater over her head, freeing her arms. He gently tugged the hair band from her ponytail and her thick hair slid down over her shoulders. He bent his head again, nuzzling the spot where her neck met her shoulder, his face buried in her hair. Nikki shivered as his tongue tasted her skin and his hands cupped her breasts.

Tentatively, she reached out and placed her hands on his ridged abs. He sucked in a breath and her fingers slid up, exploring his chest and shoulders.

“Do you like what you see, what you’re touching?” he murmured, his thumbs teasing her nipples.

“Oh, God, yes,” she breathed.

“Good.”

He reached down between them and she heard the buttons on his jeans pop open. His hands brushed her thighs as he pushed his jeans off. She looked down and sucked in a breath. He was naked. Beautifully naked. Rampantly naked… with a huge erection. An erection that was pierced.

“Oh, my God. Didn’t that hurt?” she gasped softly.

Vincent shrugged. “Not in the way you’re thinking. Besides, you’ll like it, trust me.”

She eyed the piercing. There was a curved barbell looking piece of jewelry through the underside of his cock head. The ball at the end of the jewelry stuck out past the end of the head and underneath was another ball. It dawned on her exactly where that jewelry was going to touch when he was inside her. Heat flooded her pussy.

Her eyes flew to his. He was smiling wickedly. He obviously knew exactly what she was thinking.

“It’s called a PA or a Prince Albert. Dumb name, but like I said, you’ll enjoy it.”

As she stared at his thick cock, Vincent’s hands reached for the waistband of her jeans. He unzipped them and pushed them down, his hands curving over her ass. She stepped out of the jeans. Vincent’s fingers stroked along the line of the lace thong she wore.

“Jesus. You’re fucking hot. I knew you were beautiful, but damn,” he whispered.

Nikki felt excitement and pride spread through her. She tried to keep herself in good shape, but she worked so many hours it was hard to find time to exercise. At her age, she knew there were a few less toned spots, but overall she thought she looked okay. Hearing Vincent say she was hot was exciting.

He pushed off the thong and his fingers brushed over her mound. “Holy shit. You wax.” His voice was reverent.

Now, Nikki felt even more proud of keeping herself up. She regularly had all her pubic hair removed and had for years. Her last real boyfriend had said there was something naughty about fucking such a tiny woman with a hairless pussy. She wondered exactly what Vincent felt, but could tell that he liked it.

He brushed the backs of his fingers against her hairless mound. “That feels so damned soft,” he murmured.

Before she realized his intent, he slipped a long finger inside her. She sucked in a breath, grabbing his forearms for balance. Their eyes met.

“You’re so wet. Do you want me, Nikki?”

“God, yes! You have no idea how much I want you, Vincent. Please fuck me!”

He eased his finger out of her pussy, pulling her down to the carpet. For a moment, she wondered about the rug burn. Then he rolled to his back, yanking her on top of him. With one hand, he guided her mouth to his. His hips flexed and he rubbed his cock against her wet flesh. Nikki moaned and sucked on his tongue.

As they kissed, she felt him feeling around with his free hand. Her eyelids lifted in time to see his hand coming out of his jeans pocket with a fist full of foil packets. As the condoms spilled on the carpet, Vincent broke the kiss and ripped open a packet with his teeth.

“Help me put this on,” he panted.

Nikki took the condom from him and encircled the base of his cock with one hand. She positioned the condom at the tip of his head. She frowned at the jewelry and he said, “Like this,” stretching the condom out and over the jewelry. Then he started to unroll it, but she pushed his hand away and stroked down the length of his erection, unrolling the condom as she went. Once his cock was encased in the latex, she stroked him lightly with her fist.

Vincent groaned. “I want you, Nikki. Being here with you is like a dream. I’ve wanted you so long.”

She rocked on her knees, leaning over him and rubbing her hard nipples against his chest. He kissed her again, his tongue rubbing against hers. She tilted her hips and he guided his cock into her wet depths. As she slid down on his thickness, she could feel the balls on the PA’s jewelry pressing against her through the condom. She shuddered. It felt amazing. His dick was stretching her, filling her, and the jewelry rubbed her G spot exactly.

Their eyes locked as her hips began to undulate, her body gliding up and down on his cock. Sweat sheened them both as she moved more quickly, pushing herself toward her orgasm. Vincent’s fingertips parted her folds and found her clit. He rubbed it and she cried out, the stimulation almost too much to bear when coupled with the feel of his cock and the PA jewelry.

“Jeez, Nikki. You’re so damned tight,” he said through gritted teeth. “I don’t know if I can hold out much longer.”

Nikki tossed her head, her long hair falling around them as she leaned in to kiss Vincent. His hands cupped her hips and hers gripped his shoulders, using them for balance as she rode him hard. She felt her skin flush and knew she was close. The feel of the jewelry had her shuddering from his very first thrust. Pre-orgasmic ripples had already been quaking her body, causing her pussy to clamp down with each thrust.

He flexed his penis inside her and the jewelry thumped her G spot. With a muffled scream, Nikki came. She trembled and jerked, twisting on Vincent’s body as heat seared her from the pelvis outward. Her nails dug into his shoulders as she moaned his name.

Vincent thrust inside her several more times, each one causing more orgasmic quakes in her. Her muscles clamped on him so tightly she could tell that he could barely move within her. Apparently, what little he could move was enough though because he came with a loud groan, his fingers tightening around her hips. She collapsed on him, sucking in great gasps of air.

~~~

Vince felt like the king of the world. The woman he’d wanted for a year was lying on top of him. Her pussy pulsed around his cock. Little tremors still rocked them both. He wondered how much better things would get once they were in bed…

Nikki lifted her head and looked him in the eye. “This is the best birthday present I’ve ever had,” she whispered breathlessly.

“Me, you mean?”

“Mmmn hmmn.”

Vincent looked at his watch. It was still early. “It’s still your birthday. Maybe you’ll get another present that you like better,” he told her. She snuggled against him, her face rubbing his chest. “Hey, don’t go to sleep!”

Nikki’s eyes opened, the emerald irises glowing a little in the firelight. “Take me upstairs, Vincent. I don’t want tonight to ever end. I don’t want this feeling to end.”

He slid his hands up her back, marveling at the satiny texture of her skin. “What feeling?”

“Of belonging.”

His heart turned over in his chest. He remembered her saying that she’d been crying because she felt so alone. He wished he’d known it was her birthday. He would have gotten her a gift. Then he remembered the package from UPS. He lifted her carefully off him.

“Get the condoms, love, and lead the way to your bed,” he told her. As they passed through the entry hall, Vince grabbed the small flat box from UPS.

When they reached her bedroom, Vince saw a lone, wistful, reminder of the holiday. On the night stand was lamp that looked like a lit up Christmas tree. Nikki walked over and turned it on, lying the condoms next to it. She turned and saw the package in his hand.

“What is that? And who sent it?” She reached for it, turning it over in her hands. “What is Plain Brown Wrapper?”

“Open it,” he suggested.

They sat on the side of her bed while she opened the box. Inside, was a pink plastic blow up chair with a huge pink dildo attached to the seat.

“Now, that’s what I call a birthday gift,” Vince said with a smile.

A card fell out of the box. Nikki picked it up and read it out loud. “A beautiful woman should never spend Christmas alone or without orgasms. Please spend Christmas with me. If you can’t or won’t, then at least spend it fucking my chair so I can think of you on it.” Her eyes shot to his in surprise. “This is from you!”

He smiled, pleased with her shock. “Yeah.”

“You arranged for this to be delivered to me today.”

His smile widened. “Yeah.”

“I screwed it all up by not answering the door,” she wailed.

Vince shook his head. “No, you didn’t. Everything turned out so much better because you didn’t. Being here in your bedroom with you is much better than us sitting on my couch watching It’s A Wonderful Life.”

She looked at the chair, looked at him, then held it out to him. “Blow it up, please. I want to ride it for you.”

Feeling his desire rising once more, he took out the small pump and blew up the chair, sealing it shut. Nikki eyed it carefully before going into the adjoining bathroom, and returning with a bottle of lube. She oiled up the dildo. Their eyes met and she kissed him hard. He sucked in a breath, his hands automatically coming up to cup her breasts and tease her stiff pink nipples.

They kissed for several minutes as Nikki stroked his cock with her lube warm hands. Vince could smell peppermint and realized the lube was the flavored stuff, something that gave him wicked ideas. He broke the kiss, backing Nikki toward the chair. She spread her legs, straddling the pink plastic, her green eyes holding his. She slowly sank down onto the chair, one hand holding his for balance, the other guiding the thick pink dildo into her wet pussy.

When she was seated on the chair, its dildo fully within her, Vince drew a shuddering breath. “Fuck it for me, Nikki,” he whispered, reaching for his cock.

He stroked himself as she began to rock on the chair, bouncing a little and making her perfect tip tilted breasts jiggle sensuously. Her hands slid down her thighs, then up her torso to her breasts. Vince’s breathing grew rapid and uneven as he watched her caress herself and fuck the chair. A faint sexual flush tinged her creamy skin pink, and he could smell her arousal. His fist twisted on his stiff cock, the movement smooth and practiced.

Nikki looked up at him, her eyes glazed with passion. The tip of her pink tongue flickered over her full bottom lip, wetting it. Vince swallowed hard. It was time to put his idea into motion.

“The lube, it’s flavored?” he whispered roughly, his voice harsh with desire.

“Peppermint,” she panted.

“Good.”

He stepped toward her, holding his cock out toward her. The head brushed her lips. The cool metal of the jewelry touching her mouth made her eyes darken. One hand came up and she brushed his fingers away, replacing them with her own. She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and fed herself his hard length.

The warm wet rasp of her tongue as it snaked around the barbell and down the shaft of his cock, had his eyes rolling back into his head with pleasure. She sucked on him as if she was a little kid with a candy cane. Her eyes glittered in the light from the Christmas tree lamp and Vince could see how much it turned her on to suck him.

Her free hand cupped his balls, rolling them until they tightened painfully, drawing up tight to his body. He reached down and pinched her nipples, rolling them, and tweaking them. She moaned, the sound vibrating the length of his swollen, sensitive erection. He sank his hands into her thick blonde hair.

“Honey, I’m gonna come,” he warned her, giving her every opportunity to pull back in case she wasn’t a swallower.

She redoubled her efforts and Vince felt like his cock was on fire. As he stared down at her, she thrust herself down on the chair’s dildo, shuddering. Her eyes blinked closed and the vibrations that thrummed against his hard cock told him she was moaning uncontrollably as she came. The sight of her coming, her skin flushing a deeper pink all over her torso, her skin rippling with reaction, completely set him off. He thrust into her wet sucking mouth. Her tongue flickered over the jewelry, rubbing beneath the head of his cock. Two more pumps into her mouth and he was filling her throat with his hot cum.

Her eyelids lifted and the green irises watched him with languid sensuality as her throat worked, swallowing every ounce of his juice. Vince shook with the force of his orgasm, and the force of his feelings for the woman who was sucking him. He’d always been attracted to her, but tonight his emotions had exploded all over the place the moment he’d heard her crying. As he stared at her, her mouth filled with his cock and his cum, all he could think was, Mine. My woman.

Nikki shivered, as he pulled his deflating member from her mouth. Bending, Vince slipped his hands beneath her arms and lifted her off the chair. He cradled her to his chest and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, rubbing her face against his warm skin. He settled them in her queen size bed, pulling her into his arms. Her long hair trailed over his shoulder, and he could smell its sweet scent despite the overpowering odors of sex and peppermint that permeated the bedroom.

“So you like my Christmas present?” he asked softly.

Nikki chuckled. “I like the birthday present better.”

Vince grinned. “Oh, you mean me?”

She nodded and her breath came out on a long sigh. “I’ve been alone a long time, Vincent. I don’t know how to be part of a couple…” she began and then stopped as her voice began to shake.

Vince cupped the back of her head and dropped a kiss on her forehead. “It’s okay. It’s been a long time since I’ve done that too. We aren’t kids. This is important so we’ll make it work, right?”

He said the words confidently, but inside he was praying hard. Please, God, let her want a relationship with him because he was falling so hard for her it wasn’t funny.

“The age difference?” she asked hesitantly. “Your family?”

Vince tilted her head back and kissed her love swollen lips. “My family will just be glad I’ve found someone. The age thing is meaningless. It’s just a number.”

“B-but you w-want kids a-and a family and…” Her voice trailed away uncertainly.

“Nikki, it’s too soon to discuss those things, don’t you think?” he said calmly. “And it’s not like I would have to give those things up to be with you. I saw your artwork downstairs, giraffe mothers and babies…”

Nikki sighed again. “I’m too old.”

Vince’s hands tightened on her and he rolled her beneath him, fitting his hips between her spread thighs. “Do you still have a period?”

She nodded, looking a little confused. “Every twenty eight days like clockwork.”

He grinned. Oh, God, this was going to be so perfect, he thought. “Well, then, my sexy cougar, you’re not too old to get pregnant.” He pressed his rising cock against her wet pussy. “Would you like me to prove it? My dick is rising to the occasion and I’m not wearing a condom. I can just slide myself right into your hot, wet depths and fuck you so hard you’ll be begging me to knock you right up.”

Vince saw her swallow hard, her expression a little nervous, but deep in her green eyes he saw how turned on she was at the idea of him impregnating her. He couldn’t believe that this cool, beautiful businesswoman hadn’t been snatched up by some Alpha male who thought nothing of overpowering her and imposing his will on her, forcing her to be a woman, his woman, and not an executive. It had been all he could think of from the moment he’d met her. Now, his dreams were coming true because amazingly, the cool executive exterior she wore was just armor, hiding the soft, feminine tenderhearted woman from the cruel business world.

He thanked God that he was smart enough to realize that there was more to her than what she projected to the world. He only wished he’d tried harder to get close to her before this. He’d been aching for her more than a year and now it seemed as if that was a wasted year.

“But we barely know each other,” she protested, despite the fact that her hands were curving around his buttocks and she was rubbing herself against him suggestively.

Vince laughed. That wasted year maybe wasn’t so wasted after all, he thought with a wicked grin. “Oh, but that’s not true at all, my sexy cougar,” he purred as he lowered his head to hers. “We’ve known each other for more than a year.” His words brushed her lips and then he kissed her deeply, letting her feel the emotion that was rising within him.

When he raised his head, she twined her arms around his neck, pulling him back down as her hips tilted up so that his pierced cock head slid right over her engorged clit. “This is the best birthday ever,” she whispered again, as if she could barely believe it.

“And Christmas,” he agreed, rubbing against her. “Are you okay with the age thing now, Nikki? You know it means nothing, right?”

“Oh, I don’t know about nothing, Vincent. I think it means we’ll have a very cougar Christmas,” she smiled, her lips parting beneath the onslaught of his possessive kiss.

Without a doubt, today was quickly shaping up to be the worst day of her life and it wasn’t over yet.

Susie Porter knew exactly why the train wreck of a day was happening and there was no one to blame but herself. Well, actually it was her curiosity’s fault and the cause of her current problem. If she hadn’t received the package last Saturday, if she hadn’t opened it even though she didn’t order it, if she hadn’t set it up simply to see what it would look like, if she hadn’t been tempted to try it out, she wouldn’t have to ruin a perfectly safe and satisfying flirtation only relationship as she was going to have to do.

If this, if that, if whatever, it was too late for anymore ifs. Her embarrassment level was high and it was about to get even worse.

Taking a deep breath, she braced her hands on the seat and tried again to lift herself off the pink blow up chair, only she couldn’t shift an inch. It didn’t matter she was slick with sweat, her body wasn’t budging from its pleasure-filled location.

The pink chair with a fairly substantial dildo standing from the center of the seat had control of her and that was it. Three hours ago she submitted to its call, stripped down to nothing and gingerly sat down, filling her slit with the wicked plastic prick. Excitement had made her wet and ready to enjoy this new toy, but exhaustive play left her legs quivering and her pussy muscles clenching its trapped faux prick.

For the past hour she’d tried everything get off the chair. It was apparent to her that her body had a brain of its own and knew another sexual drought could be right around the corner and was unwilling to let the pleasure pole go without a fight.

Knocking on her neighbor’s door sounded like canon fire and Susie knew her door would be next. She was going to have to admit her shame and ask for help.

During the week she worked part-time as a waitress while putting herself on the slow boat through college. In a bid to make a little time for herself, she started selling the jewelry she made as a hobby on an auction site, and was pleased to be making a little extra money that way. To try and make things easier on her, she set up an ongoing appointment with a parcel service to come to her place each Saturday and collect boxes she was sending. It saved her from having to lug everything down to the nearest drop off point which was a good fifteen blocks away.

It took about a month for her to notice it was the same driver coming by each weekend to collect her boxes and he was pure sex. Tom’s smile was stunning, the small talk and teasing flirtations between them always made her day. To watch him walk into her apartment wearing his brown uniform and matching socks made her heart stop. He was tanned and fit, why wasn’t he a model or something like that? Not that she wanted him to be anything but her delivery guy. She knew he was way out her league, he was that kind of gorgeous, which made it even worse to beg for his help in getting off this sex toy.

When the knock finally came to her door, she still wasn’t sure how to go about asking for help. Looking around, she didn’t see so much as a sock to help cover herself. Damn, this was getting worse and worse. Before he gave up and walked away, she called out to make sure it was actually him at her door.

“W-who is it?”

“Susie, are you all right?”

Of course it was the man who regularly featured in her dreams, had her finding her pleasure on a chair. Of course it was Tom. This was good news and bad. A one off driver she most likely could’ve handled, even being the talk of the depot, but this was harder to do than she thought it was going to be.

“Susie?”

“Yes, yes, could you help me?”

“Sure. What do you need?”

“The doors unlocked, would you mind walking in backwards?”

“What?”

Susie was shouting at the top of her lungs. She could hear him fine so didn’t understand why he couldn’t hear her. This wasn’t the Taj Mahal, it was a small apartment. If she had the energy and didn’t see a problem opening the door in her current position, she could hop over and open it.

“Walk in backwards!”

She tried again to give find some way to have some dignity in this mess, but it was too late. The door thrust open and Tom walked through with a few boxes covering his face. With a shocked gasp, she bent over, hugging her knees close and stared at his legs as they came inside. This was so embarrassing.

“Hi Susie, how’s my buttercup doing today?”

“Don’t look!”

Having set up a routine he was already making his way to set the boxes down on the table.

“What?”

With that question he turned and looked right at her. Hiding her face, she tried to make him understand her dilemma one last time.

“Please, Tom, don’t look! Just get me a blanket or something to cover up.”

“Ummm, Su-”

“Please! And shut the door.”

“Which would you like me to do first?”

“Oh man, this is the absolute worst day of my life. Please, don’t make it worse by teasing me.” She was on the verge of tears and could hear them clogging the back of her throat as she spoke.

“Okay, okay. Take it easy sweetheart.”

Susie didn’t look up, although she listened to him walk back and close the door. Yes, yes, as soon as she was covered, things would be better. Or so she thought until she saw his cute black shoes and brown socks stop right in front of her. No, this couldn’t be happening to her.

“Now, this is some surprise. You want to tell me what’s going on here?”

“Tom, please, I’m begging you, go into my room and get me something to cover up with. I promise, when I’m covered I’ll explain everything.”

“No, I think I want to know what’s going on first. Why couldn’t you open the door?”

What did she care, there was no way she’d be able to face him again. She just wanted off the wicked pink blow up chair that had tempted her to try it out.

“I’m stuck. There, you happy now?”

“Hell yes!”

“Are you crazy?”

“No buttercup, far from it. Even though I can’t see as much of you as I’d like, to me you’re looking sexy as sin. Just like I knew you would.”

“I don’t understand. Please, get me something to cover up and, and…” Susie didn’t know what else to say. None of this was making any sense. Tom was a nice guy, she hadn’t doubted he’d come to her aid.

“It’s simple really. I bought that naughty chair for you.”

“You what?”

“That’s right. I ordered that chair from an online toy shop specifically for you and delivered it myself last Saturday. I know exactly what is filling your pussy up and if you care to look, the mere thought of it inside you has me hard as a rock.”

“Tom? I-I don’t understand.” Her adorable delivery man had actually bought this chair for her? The man she fantasized about? And not just sex, he was someone she liked talking with about anything and everything. He made her laugh. Or was he just saying that to make her more comfortable with the situation? Not that that could happen. There was nothing that he could say or do that would make this easy to handle.

He bent down until they were eye-to-eye and reached out to gently hold her chin, ensuring she couldn’t look away from his gaze. Black pupils grew and left a rim of brown circling them. There was fire inside them she hadn’t noticed before and was intrigued by its presence. Maybe he was as turned on by her as she was by him.

“Since the first time you opened your door wearing a pink tank top and white shorts and said hello with a smile that lit your face and pretty grey eyes, I’ve wanted more. I’ve dreamt of you, masturbated to images of you dancing through my head. I’ve declined a better route to ensure I was the one who came here just to be able to see you. I want more with you, buttercup.”

“Oh my,” she whispered. His attention was what she’d wanted most, but hadn’t thought it possible. Now that it was here, she didn’t know what to say in order to have all he was offering. She had to figure it out quickly because there was no way she was going to let this chance pass her by. No way.

“I’m curious, how did you get stuck?”

Susie blushed and gave him the truth.

“I think I might’ve overused the chair a bit.” Inhaling deeply, she gave it all to him in one breath. “Okay, I had a lot of excess passion to work off before you arrived.”

“Why? Were your fantasies that wicked?”

“No, it’s because they were about you. You tie me up in knots each time you come here. I thought using the chair would ease the need before you arrived so I could be more like myself, then maybe you’d notice me.”

“That’s what I like to hear. I noticed, buttercup. I noticed. Now tell me all about them.”

“About what?”

“Your fantasies and no skimping on the details. I want to hear every naughty thought you’ve ever had about me.”

“How about helping me off this thing first?”

“Hmmm, I don’t think so. I like you right there, although if you sat up straight I’d be able to finally see your breasts which have starred in many of my dreams. Did you know they have this delectable bounce? No? Well they do and I love it.”

“Oh.”

“So, are you going to do it, sweet Susie?”

“Do what?”

“Play with me.”

“Oh.”

“You’ve said that, now tell me if you want me to stay or leave.”

There was no doubt what answer she was going to give him. She pushed her embarrassment aside and took what was being offered.

“Stay,” she whispered while looking at him from her bent over position.

“Okay. Now sit up and let me worry about getting you off this chair.”

“But–”

“No buts. Will it help if I get naked as well?”

Susie couldn’t stop the smile his words inspired from spreading across her face. Any time this sexy man wanted to strip down for her enjoyment was all right.

“I can hum if you need music.”

Tom’s laughter released the remaining strand of tension that had taken hold of her. She felt free to not only indulge herself, but do so with this man. He’s the one who inspired her to try the blow up chair, why shouldn’t she play with him? It was surely going to be more fun than sitting on this sex toy by herself.

Shifting from his crouched position, she watched as he stepped back and started to strip out of his uniform. The chocolate brown short-sleeved shirt and shorts looked good on him, so did the brown socks and sturdy black shoes, although in her opinion he could wear anything and look gorgeous.

The shirt was unbuttoned, removed and her mouth dropped open. She knew he was a fit man. Every time he delivered something she could see his arms and legs were muscular, and thankfully not overly so. That type of body type did nothing for her. What she hadn’t been expecting was the delicious stomach, defined in tight segments and leading her gaze to trace the lines down to where he was already working on unzipping his shorts.

When those dropped, he bent over and pushed them and a tight pair of black shorts down to the floor. He didn’t immediately stand back up. Instead he looked at her through the hank of mink brown hair that fell forward. The minute their eyes connected, he gave her a wicked looking grin and straightened to his full height.

The assurance in which he held himself was a powerful pull on her. There was none of the embarrassment in his being nude that she showed by hiding herself. She wasn’t ashamed of her body, in fact she’d always been pleased with her curvaceous shape. It must’ve been being caught using the sex toy that made her uncomfortable.

Because he stood before her, she ran her eyes over his body and was in lust with him all over again. By the time she’d looked at all of him except his cock, she gave herself a nudge to look at what he had between his legs. Susie had no idea what she’d expected, but nothing could’ve prepared her for what she found.

“You, you’re–”

“Pierced.”

“I’ve never seen someone who had their penis pierced.”

“Turned on, aren’t you, buttercup?”

“Yes and I can see you are as well.”

“So what are you going to do about it?”

“Well, I can’t exactly get up and take you into my bedroom, so you’ll have to come to me and find out.” Finally able to play with this man, she took her teasing statement a step further and leaned back on her elbows, showing him what he’d asked for earlier.

“They are even more stunning than I imagined.” Tom spoke to her but his gaze was focused on her breasts.

She wasn’t sure he was aware of it or not, but she watched as his hand reached out for his penis and started moving up and down. Susie looked at what he was doing as a compliment. To know she inspired him and his passions in this way were a real ego boost. To test her theory that it was her encouraging him to masturbate, she used a finger to run softly around her nipple, swiftly bringing it to a stiff point. Her cleft pulsed with renewed hunger.

The hand he used to stroke his impressive hard-on slowed down and she wondered why. Before she could ask, he gave her a hint.

“Pinch the tip, Susie. Make that pretty pink nipple stand at attention.”

Doing what he asked and in return, her needs were ramped and she had to struggle to hold in the moan she felt bubbling up inside her. She wanted him to come forward and take her, but he wasn’t moving and unfortunately, neither was she.

“Now do the same thing to the other one. Tug it a little, ah, there we go, beautiful.”

Caught in his seductive trap, she couldn’t look away from his eyes which were transfixed on her breasts. She held both nipples trapped between her fingers and rolled them until, while enjoying the pleasure, she couldn’t stop herself from shifting her legs apart. Hopefully he would take her hint to come and take her.

Tom came and kneeled between her splayed limbs. He put his hands on her knees and the simple touch electrified her body. Susie shook with need and finally begged.

“Please, Tom, get me off this thing so I can have you inside me.”

“I will, sweetheart. I promise, today you’ll get everything you want and I’ll get what I need. You.”

After his promise, she expected him to find something to pop the blow up chair so it would deflate beneath her. He could even do what she couldn’t and reach the plug. All he had to do was unscrew the cap and all the air would rush out. Only he didn’t do either one. Instead he placed his hands on her hips, his long fingers stretching up and flexing against her. That single move, as if he needed to touch as much of her flesh as he could reach, was intoxicating. She felt powerful then he shattered her mind and body into a billion pieces.

Before she could stop him, and she’s not sure she would have anyway, he leaned over as he widened her stance and licked her slit.

There was no change of holding back the moan this time. His single stroke managed to rip it from her without any delays. He moved one hand and used his fingers to reveal her excited clit. In a truly torturous move, he danced the tip of his tongue over the nub before sucking it into his mouth. Without mercy, he held the tender nub captive and tapped a seductive rhythm against it with his tongue. Susie couldn’t handle any more and moved her hands to hold his head right where it was and to make sure he stayed there, used her free leg against his back.

It wasn’t any surprise he wouldn’t be held in one place and easily slipped from her hold. With one knee resting beside her hip, he held his penis steady and rasped out a plea she couldn’t deny.

“Will you take my cock in your mouth, buttercup? Show me how much you want me.”

“Yes, yes!” She opened her mouth wide and closed her lips around the crown. He slid a small portion in and then pulled a bit back. When he would stop moving his penis back and forth, she took matters into her own hands and ran the tip of her tongue around the rim and over the tip until she found what she was looking for. Susie wanted to know more about his piercing and made her own investigation.

The piercing was wicked. As she traced a silver ball, she thought about how it wasn’t what could be felt that made her think this, nor was it the rod piercing through his flesh, it was how her imagination exploded with how it would feel inside her that made her blush. When her curiosity was satisfied, she started to enjoy the rest of his thick length. She’d been so focused on the piercing that she hadn’t taken in the rest of him. He was big, or at least bigger than any guy she’d been with before, which actually wasn’t that many. Besides, comparisons never worked and her pleasure had nothing to do with the size of his penis. However, she’ll reserve judgment on the piercing.

She’d been so busy focusing on what was in her mouth that she was surprised when she realized Tom was slowly moving her on and off the dildo in the middle of the blow up chair. The thing she’d been stuck on earlier. Shoot, if she was moving freely over it, then she should be able to get off the thing. Problem was, with her mouth filled so delectably, she couldn’t remind him she wanted released from its seductive torture.

Then, without her having to say a word, he pulled up and off the pink fake penis. It wasn’t painful, but it took her breath away. The thing had seams and she was sure they carved tracks along her walls.

Apparently her thoughtful lover wasn’t about to be delayed from taking her because he carried straight back to her room and laid her gently on the bed. He followed her down, made a place for himself between her legs and kissed her. This was their first kiss and, despite the urgent need to climax, it was soft and gentle. The hands that had held her hips and made her feel so wanted, were now cradling her head. He pressed his lips to hers and then pulled back a bit and placed them down in a new place. She wanted him inside her, loving her body as she would his. She nearly lost it when he sucked her upper fold into his mouth and ran his tongue along its edge.

“Sweet Susie, do you have any condoms in here?”

She had to think about it and it was a struggle, her mind was busy swirling around in the lustful chasm he’d created. Eventually she found her voice and realized she was scared by what it might mean.

“No, I don’t.”

“No problem, I do in my wallet. Don’t move, I’ll be right back.” She sat up, watching him dash naked from the room. The laughter should’ve been a hint that she wasn’t as heated as she’d been and he looked worried when he came back and stood in the doorway.

“What? Please don’t tell me you’ve changed your mind.”

“Not a chance lover. I want you.” He was an incredible man. What she didn’t understand was how he could still look sexy as sin with his hair tasseled, muscles flexing, and unfailing hard-on while wearing his brown socks and sturdy black work shoes? She’d have to figure it out about later. Right now, she wanted him inside her without any further delay.

“Good!” He came back on the bed, kneeling between her legs and quickly worked on putting the latex sheath on.

Once he was covered, he lay back down and pressed his lips to hers as well. Where their first kiss had been sweet and gentle, this one was pure carnality. His tongue slid between her parted lips and tangled with hers. Tilting his head to the side, Tom kissed her with such passion that she knew she was forever lost.

With his eyes locked on hers, the fire she felt reflecting back at her, Tom’s fingers held her slit open and he slipped inside her a small portion of his penis. It wasn’t enough, just a small taste and before she could beg him to give her more, he slowly pressed the rest of his length inside her.

He filled her body up, there was no room for more. Without a doubt, his penis was more impressive than she’d ever imagined while fantasizing about him. On her next breath, he pulled out and she felt the silver balls of his piercing sliding seductively against her shaking walls. The friction was so delicious her body reacted by clenching tightly around him, making sure he didn’t leave. An impossible task, but it didn’t stop her from trying. She never wanted to see him go away.

The next thrust was done with slightly more power than the previous, but just as slowly. To give him more space move into, even if it was a small amount, she shifted her legs to wrap around his hips. Tom closed his eyes and groaned. Pleasure marked his face and she liked seeing it there. They were good together and she couldn’t handle much more of the methodical pace he set. Susie leaned up, kissed him with all passion rushing around inside her and whispered a simple request.

“Faster, lover, take me faster.”

“No, buttercup. It’ll be nice and slow, so I can feel every inch of your pussy.” Tom emphasized his point with a particularly powerful push at the end of his last stroke.

There was nothing wrong with how he possessed her. No, each stroke was perfect. However, despite having spent the afternoon getting busy with the pink blow up chair, he was real. A flesh and blood man who she’d fancied for some time was making love to her and she was eager to taste the climax. That was one way of looking at it, the other was that she needed him to feel as out of control with passion as she was.

Their mutual downfall came when he took one of her legs from around his waist and held the knee to the bed. The move seemed to make it a tighter and deeper path for him to move through and she was pulled further into the sexual lure two silver balls offered. Tom shifted her around until both knees were pressed to the bed and started pounding in and out. There was no pausing or slowing down, he possessed her and she loved it.

Control was no longer possible and she couldn’t be happier. He took her so fiercely, with passion and something else, that she found herself releasing the last remaining hold she had on her climax. This was when she felt most vulnerable and he connected with her as her body splintered apart. Susie screamed as her body pulsed and pulled him along for the ride.

His shout of satisfaction sounded so primal that it was hard not to feel flattered by it. When he collapsed on top of her, she wrapped her arms around his neck and held on. She didn’t want him to leave. His penis was still throbbing inside her and even though he’d climaxed, he was still a firm presence. Her daily routine may be busy between school and work, but she’d make time for Tom. Oh no!

“Tom?” It sounded like he was asleep and while she hated to disturb him, this was really important.

“Hmmm.”

“Tom! Wake up! You’re supposed to be working.”

“No, I’m finished for the day.”

“Oh, okay.” She returned to her previous position, holding him close and wondering if she could sleep without needing to breath.

“Are you trying to get rid of me?”

“No! No. Not that at all. I just didn’t want you to get fired.”

“Not a problem, buttercup. I went off the clock before I came here.” He nudged his head further into the crook of her neck, tickling her with his breath.

“You naughty man!” She knew he let her roll him over so she was on top, but didn’t care. This was turning into much more than a simple post-sex conversation. “You didn’t know I’d be stuck on that chair, so what were you looking for?”

“No, I didn’t know you’d be taking the chair for a test ride. What I did know was that I was ready to take my chances and ask you out for dinner. Instead of the usual, everything was going my way today. I walked in and found you sitting on the blow up chair, naked and looking sexy as sin, and my lust for you took over.” Tom seemed wide awake now.

“Will you?”

“Will I what?”

“Go out with me?” His hands were on her waist and flexing in that delicious way they had earlier. She felt her cleft tighten around him as her need was brought further forward.

“Yes, but not now.”

“Why not?” There was a hint of worry in his voice that wasn’t necessary. He’d wooed her with words and actions today. Nothing could pull her away from him now, especially not now.

“Because from where I’m sitting, you feel so much better than the blow up chair and I’m not done playing. You did say it was play time, right?”

“Yup. Play to your heart’s content, although I only have one more condom in my wallet.”

“How about we go out after we use it?”

“Okay, then we can pick up some more before we come back here or my place. I’m yours to do with what you want.”

“That’s rather dangerous to tell me. Remember, I was stuck on that chair because I overused it.”

Susie felt herself blush with the memory. Would she ever be able to look back on the chair abuse without turning the same color pink?

“I’ll never forget it. The moment I realized what was wrong was the best in my life. You can blush all you want, sweet Susie, but I’ll always remember you enjoying that blow up chair with a smile and a hard-on. Personally, I wouldn’t mind seeing you on it again.” Tom pulled her head down and thoroughly kissed her. He left with her no doubt he was speaking the truth. “Now go get that last rubber so we can get back to this exact place.”

Carefully she swung her leg over his hip, slowly pulled off his erection and stepped away. With a moan of need teasing her vocal cords, she quickly made her way out to the living room and found his wallet tossed on top of his clothes. She pulled out the wrapped condom and made her way back to her room. She was brought up short and started laughing.

“What?”

He sounded surprised and a little disgruntled, or so the hands on the hips said. It was hard to take him seriously as he stood there with his impressive hard-on poking out at her while wearing his brown socks and sturdy black work shoes.

“I don’t know how it’s possible, but you still look sexy as sin while wearing those.” She pointed down at his feet.

“And?” Crossing his arms across his chest, pretending to challenge her, although the smile he was trying to suppress was peeking through.

“Not a thing.” Never taking her eyes off him, she walked over and took hold of his penis. “I’ll take you however you come.”

“Good! Now give me that rubber and let’s get busy.”

Susie laughed and led him to the bed. There was no doubt they’d always remember their first date, but the details were for them alone. Today was actually turning out to be a pretty good day afterall.

Nick Diamond had been painting Ione Alexander for a week before he noticed that there was something different about her. She stood on the dais in his studio, completely nude and totally still. Her face was turned away from him, her long auburn hair spilling over one creamy shoulder and down her back to her waist. He’d been so into his work for the past few days that he had never noticed that she never needed a break.

He paused in mid-brush stroke, as the thought occurred to him. He tilted his dark head to one side, staring at her. She was so still she didn’t even look like she was breathing. He tapped the rounded wooden end of the paintbrush against his full bottom lip. That was very odd.

He set the brush down and stepped away from the canvas. “I’m going to the kitchen. I need a drink,” he told her, keeping his voice normal as his eyes watched her every move. Well, if she’d had a move, that is.

He reached the kitchen doorway, looking back at her once more. Finally, she moved. Her hair rippled as her head turned, and her smoky eyes met his.

“Are you okay, Nick?” Her voice was low, and slightly concerned. “You never drink while you’re working.”

His jaw tightened. She’d studied his habits while he’d been working. That was unnerving. Especially when it had taken him a full week to notice that there was something unnatural about her stillness.

“I’m fine. Had a little too much wine last night so I’m dehydrated,” he muttered and ducked into the kitchen.

He grabbed a bottle of water from the refrigerator and unscrewed the cap. He took a long swig from the bottle as he returned to the studio. She still hadn’t moved. Her body was completely still. A frown knitted his brows. His theurgic senses were pinging like crazy now. That stillness was more than unnatural, it was preternatural. She was immortal.

Nick set the water bottle on the floor near his easel and picked up his brush again. When he looked back at the dais, Ione was perfectly in place. He set aside his unease and began to paint. Two hours later, he cleaned his brushes as Ione dressed. He was still out of sorts, although there was really no reason for him to be. Just because she was immortal didn’t mean anything. Immortals needed money just like anyone else did.

When Ione stepped out from behind the screen that hid the closet where she’d hung her clothes, his eyes were drawn to the delicate high heels on her narrow feet. They were not cheap shoes. In fact, now that he was really looking at her, he realized that her clothes were all designer clothes. That meant that the job was not the reason she was here.

He bit the inside of his cheek, to keep from sneering at her. He’d had people lie to get close to him before. Usually, they weren’t very subtle. Usually, he didn’t even need his theurgic senses to pick up on the fact that someone was playing him. He schooled his expression into one of cool disinterest.

Ione came closer, her head tilted to one side. “You usually have my fee out by now. What’s wrong, Nick?” she said quietly, her smoky eyes steady on his face.

“You don’t need the money, so why do you care?” he asked sardonically, unable to stop himself.

Her eyebrows arched up. “Since when did my monetary needs have anything to do with earning my fee?” She stepped closer to him, and he barely kept himself from stepping back. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

Nick’s jaw clenched hard. “You’re not human,” he stated baldly.

A resigned expression crossed her beautiful face. “So? You needed a naked body. You never said it had to be human,” she pointed out reasonably.

“If you’re immortal, then you know what I am.” His eyes held hers, looking for any sign that she was going to lie to him.

She shrugged carelessly. “Yeah. You reek of magic. But that’s not why I was drawn to you.”

Drawn to him. Her words shocked him. They were the words a woman used when she wanted a man. Now, he was even more certain he was being played. He was outraged, yet unable to just cut her loose. Besides the urge to paint her, the tug at his groin wasn’t something he could easily ignore. His eyes narrowed speculatively.

“What are you?” he asked abruptly, needing to know just what she was so that he could more easily figure out what was going on between them.

She shifted foot to foot, but her eyes didn’t waver from his. “What does it matter?” she asked softly.

“You’re not a vampire. You’re out in the daylight,” he tossed out, pressing for an answer.

She shook her head. “Your idea of vampires is completely wrong. They can go out in the daylight. They’re the people you see bundled up with a hat or hood on. They get sunburned easily like an albino. The sun doesn’t kill them,” she explained in a gentle tone that made him feel like she was humoring him.

“Then, what are you? A fairy? A pixie? An elf?” He threw the choices at her, annoyed with her tone, but determined to know what she was and why she was here. He felt off kilter, and didn’t like it.

She shook her head again. “I’m not fae.” Another sigh escaped her. “If I tell you why I’m really here, will you stop asking me what I am?”

Nick stared at her, taken aback by her bluntness. He wondered if the deal she offered him would be worth it. Maybe if he knew what she wanted, he could buy the time he needed to discover what she was. Knowing what a being was held the clue to how to protect yourself from them.

“Okay,” he agreed, folding his arms over his t-shirt clad chest.

“I was at the Wizard’s Club one night and I heard someone talking about you,” she began, her eyes still holding his. Their smoke grey depths shone with honesty. It was an expression Nick didn’t exactly trust. “They said you were a master with a whip.”

Nick stiffened. He wondered who had been talking about him. It wasn’t unheard of for people to whisper about him and his proclivities, but it was unheard of at the Wizard’s Club. One of his closest friends, Drake Keating, owned the club and gossip about any of the wizards was frowned upon.

“Why would that talent matter to you?” he asked her, watching her reactions to his words.

“Have you ever heard of the Cult of Orthia?”

Her words were so soft he could barely hear them. And they shocked him to the core.

“The Sanctuary of Artemis Orthia? In Sparta?”

She nodded briefly, her face giving nothing away. Nick was taken aback. The cult was ancient. It preceded a lot of religions and certainly preceded the lifestyle he had been immersed in for the past twenty years. It was a religion characterized by ritual flagellations of its members.

He sat down on a stool and stared at her. Unlike the submissives he often flogged, her eyes were locked on his instead of cast down. She was obviously not a sub. With a twinge of surprise, he felt his cock decidedly stir. The earlier tug he’d felt was obviously not an aberration. It had been a long time since anyone who wasn’t a sub had aroused him.

“So you want me to flog you?” he asked, lifting one brow inquiringly.

She shook her head, her silky auburn hair rippling. “I am no submissive. I do not take part in the lifestyle. This is a deeply religious thing for me, Nick. I require whipping on a regular basis as part of my prayers,” she said quietly. “My blood is my sacrifice to Artemis.”

Her words were soft, but emphatic. There was a preternatural glow to her eyes when she spoke of whipping as part of her religious rituals. It made him wonder if she enjoyed the pain. Then he recalled her words about the lifestyle. She was not a sub nor was she a masochist. This was just part of her religion.

Usually, Nick wasn’t one to make off the cuff decisions. However, he’d made one the moment he’d met Ione. He’d wanted to paint her the instant he’d laid eyes on her. Now, she’d made a request of him and was awaiting an answer. At first, he didn’t think he had one. He’d never flogged anyone who wasn’t a full on sub. He didn’t know how he would feel whipping Ione when he knew that she would look him in the eye when he was done.

Still, he found himself uncharacteristically opening his mouth and saying, “Okay. When do you want to start?”

Her eyes finally fell from his. She nodded her acceptance. “Tomorrow. Before I pose for you?”

Nick shot to his feet, his heart suddenly pumping in overtime, as he realized that there was no way she could understand what he did with a whip. “Ione, I don’t think you know what you’re asking for,” he said with an apologetic shake of his head. “If you’re going to pose for me, I can’t flog you first. The whip will leave marks on your flesh.”

A strange little smile curled her lips. “Don’t worry, Nick. I’m immortal, remember? You don’t need to worry about marks,” she murmured and turned for the door.

He stared at her retreating back in shock. What the hell was she talking about? Even immortals bled! “Hey! What about your fee?” he called out as she reached for the doorknob.

She glanced back him, her smoky eyes glowing. “Tomorrow. I need to go home and prepare for the ritual.”

When she’d gone, Nick went to the bar and poured himself a shot of whiskey. He gulped it down, then stared into the empty cut crystal glass. He’d done a lot of odd things in his life and met a lot of odd people. However, Ione took the cake. One moment he’d been painting her, so immersed in his work that he hadn’t even looked at her as if she were a living breathing being. Then, oddly, it struck him that she didn’t seem to be a living breathing being after all. And finally, he was now totally in lust with her, and even though she wanted him to flog her, she was not a sub.

Nick felt confused. He needed some perspective. As usual when that happened, he walked out of his penthouse loft, crossed the hall to the other penthouse loft and knocked on the door. Drake Keating answered it wearing boxers and nothing else. Nick wasn’t surprised by his state of undress. It was sunset, which meant Drake had just woken up.

“What’s up, Nick?” He stepped back as Nick brushed past him into the loft.

“Drake, someone was talking about me at the club.” He padded barefoot across the pale wood floor, coming to a stop next to a very big Venus Flytrap plant. He looked at it and shuddered, moving away.

Drake shut the door and moved to sit on the leather sofa. He closed the newspaper that was open on the coffee table and picked up a mug of coffee, sipping from it as he looked thoughtfully at Nick. “About your art? Or… something else?” he asked finally.

Nick threw out his hands. “What do you think? I encourage people to talk about my paintings. The other stuff, the lifestyle, what I am theurgically… Never.” His words were firm and emphatic. He didn’t like anyone talking about the fact that he was a Dom or about his magical abilities.

“How do you know that someone did?” Drake’s expression was inquiring. If someone on his staff was gossiping, he’d handle it. If it was a customer, well, that required more finesse.

Nick’s eyes drilled Drake’s. “Ione, the girl who has been posing for me this week, she said she overheard someone at the club talking about me being a master of the whip.”

That was not a good thing. Drake set his mug down and sat back. “Customer or staff?” he asked bluntly.

Nick shook his head. “I don’t know. I’ll have to ask her.”

A shrug lifted Drake’s broad shoulders. “I’ll look into it and handle it. It shouldn’t happen again,” he said in a voice that brooked no quarter.

Nick moved farther away from the Venus Flytrap, sitting on the edge of a chair across from Drake. “She’s not a sub, Drake,” he said the words softly, and his friend looked up startled.

“Don’t tell me you’re gonna…?” Drake’s eyes took on an expression of astonishment.

Nick’s shoulders shifted uncomfortably. “Yeah, I’m gonna flog her. And yeah, afterward, I’m gonna paint her. If I’m lucky, I’ll fuck her after that. She’s the hottest thing that’s crossed my path in the last year,” he said, with a little shake of his head, as if he couldn’t believe he was even contemplating being with Ione.

Drake frowned. “But she’s not your type, Nick. Why are you stepping out of your comfort zone?”

“I don’t know,” he admitted candidly. “I can’t remember the last time I was aroused by a woman who wasn’t a sub.” His expression turned wry as he looked at his friend. “C’mon, Drake. When your dick tells you to fuck someone, how much attention do you pay to your comfort zone?”

A reluctant grunt of assent came from Drake. As Nick well knew, when Drake was horny, he’d fuck whoever got his dick hard, be it male or female. Drake was an equal opportunity lover. The lines he didn’t cross were not gender oriented but relationship oriented. He didn’t touch his employees or their relatives, friends, or lovers. He didn’t encroach on anyone’s relationships even if they had open marriages or arrangements. In actuality, Drake was as finicky as Nick himself was, both of them preferring to stick to a certain type of partner who knew where the lines were drawn and never crossed or blurred them.

However, Nick’s words hit home with Drake because of a girl, an immortal who was part werewolf and who had natural theurgic talents. Drake had been teaching Keir, had been her instructor in the ways of the therugic arts, known to the public as magic. While they were working together, Drake had been convinced she was his mate. Then one day, something had happened to change Drake’s mind. He had broken things off with Keir on a physical level, even though he continued to instruct her. Later, he’d told Nick that he had discovered who Keir’s true mate was. Breaking out of his comfort zone had shaken Drake, so it was no wonder he was cautioning Nick about doing the same.

“You don’t want to run your life based on the things I do,” Drake muttered with a grimace. “I’m not a good role model.”

He and Nick looked at each other in silence for a moment. Then they both grinned. Drake stretched out his arms along the back of the couch, as Nick stood up and went to the door.

“I’ve never been good at following the norm. Why should this be any different?” Nick said with a rueful shake of his head. He glanced back at Drake, his emerald eyes meeting Drake’s pale blue ones. “Wish me luck, buddy.”

Drake nodded slowly. “Oh, I do, Nicholas, although I’m not entirely sure you need it. I’ll take care of the loose lips. Enjoy your flogging.”

Back in his own penthouse, Nick stared at the half finished painting of Ione. He thought about the first time he’d seen her, standing at the bar at the Wizard’s Club. She’d been cool and aloof. The crowd was close around her, yet she seemed untouched by them. He’d maneuvered closer and their eyes had met. She stared at him unblinking until he’d told her his name and asked her to pose for him. She’d agreed instantly and taken his card.

When she’d shown up at his loft, he’d been in a passion to paint. That obsession had dogged him for days, which accounted for the fact that he hadn’t noticed she was immortal. Now that he looked at his work, he realized that it was one of the best things he’d ever done. He’d captured her exactly. He stared at the long expanse of her back in the painting. The luminance of her skin made his cock hard, and he knew that it was going to be a long night of tossing and turning in anticipation of the next day.

Nick rose with the dawn. He hadn’t slept well, but still felt energized. After showering, and drinking half a pot of coffee, he felt ready to face the day’s activities. He opened a panel in the wall beside his dresser and looked at the different whips and floggers. He wasn’t sure what to expect from Ione or what she expected from him. He reached in and pulled out a three foot long braided leather single lash. He had longer whips, but indoors the three foot “Iditarod” single tail was perfect. He closed the panel and took the whip into the studio area of his loft.

He gave the whip a few cracks to warm up his arm. Anticipation had his muscles quivering already. He set the whip down and forced himself to go about his usual routine of checking his mail and his email, taking out his trash, and preparing his brushes and paints. The sun had been up for only an hour when his buzzer rang. Instantly, his cock twitched. Without bothering to ask who was there, he buzzed them in and went to open his door.

He stood in the open doorway, dressed in faded jeans and a loose black t-shirt, his feet bare. The elevator doors opened, and Ione walked toward him. She was dressed down today in jeans and a green t-shirt. When she reached him, neither of them said a word. He stepped back, and she entered the loft.

By the time he had locked the door, she was naked, standing on the dais in the studio. The only thing she wore was an ornate ring on the forefinger of one hand. She kept twisting it, as if she needed to touch it.

Nick picked up the whip and walked over to her. He let the leather stroke over the soft skin of her arm, watching the gooseflesh that rose as it passed.

“Are you ready?” he asked her softly, a little unsure of himself because this was out of his element altogether.

She nodded. “You must draw blood, Nick. Do not be afraid to do so. The ritual is not complete without the blood sacrifice,” she told him, her eyes holding his.

He shifted on his bare feet, uncomfortably aware that he had no clue what to do other than wield his whip. “You need to tell me what you want, what you need. This is not my… milieu,” he admitted, his voice slightly hesitant.

Ione knelt on the drop sheet that covered the floor of the dais, sitting with her legs folded beneath her. She stretched her hands out before her and murmured a few unintelligible words. Then she said, “I will tell you when I am ready. At my word, you must whip me until my blood runs freely. Only then will my sacrifice to Artemis be complete. It should take no longer than five minutes.”

Nick’s eyes widened. Five minutes was a long time with a whip like his and delicate skin like hers. Still, he stood ready, whip in hand as she began her ritual. Her voice was at first a monotone, chanting words in a language he didn’t know. As it rose in volume, the chanting became singsong in nature, like a prayer. Ione twisted the ring repeatedly around her finger, but when Nick looked more closely, he realized that she was turning it systematically. Two turns in one direction, three in the other. Then one turn and two. The patterns were obviously familiar to her because she executed them so quickly there was no way she was counting.

Finally, she rose to her knees and planted her hands on the drop sheet covered wall. Her arms were outstretched, her hands above the level of her head. The ring on her forefinger was glowing with a strange red pulse that made Nick’s stomach clench. His grip tightened on the whip as Ione whispered, “Now, Nick.”

She began to chant softly again, and despite her command, Nick hesitated. She looked so delicate kneeling there. Her position was unlike any he had ever used with a sub before and he felt off kilter.

“NOW!”

The guttural growl startled him. He uncoiled the whip. Crack! The braided lash snapped, leaving a red welt across Ione’s back.

“AGAIN!”

The growl had a preternatural echo to it and a shiver went down Nick’s spine. Then, as he looked at her, the first lash mark faded to pink. He blinked, stunned. Crack! He hit her again. And again. By the time the lash struck her a fourth time, Nick had found his rhythm. He flogged her until the welts on top of welts began to look raw. Then he saw a trickle of blood.

Uncharacteristically, he began to put more power into each blow and aimed each one directly at that trickle of blood. By the time the five minutes were up, blood ran freely down Ione’s back. Her chanting rose to a peak and then stopped. Nick lowered his arm, setting his whip aside. He wanted to run over to her, but was unsure of himself.

Ione knelt facing the wall. Her unusual ring was no longer giving off a red glow. Her head hung down between her arms, her hair trailing to the floor in front of her. She looked as if she were held by invisible bonds, immobile and silent.

Nick’s heart was pounding with a mixture of excitement and fear. What he was afraid of, he had no idea. As he stared at Ione’s bloody back, he noticed that the bleeding was stopping. He watched, wide eyed, as the bleeding stopped, and the welts began to heal. They went from red to pink to white and then faded altogether. He sucked in a startled breath and took a step back.

Ione stood and turned to face him. Her face was smooth and composed, but her eyes glowed with a light he had never seen before. Her naked body was covered in a fine sheen of sweat. Her beauty struck him anew as his cock began to throb. She stepped off the dais and came toward him.

“Are you sure you want to paint me now?” she whispered in a seductive tone.

With shaking hands, Nick threaded his fingers into her long hair. “No. I want to fuck you now,” he muttered, mesmerized by the aura of sultry sexuality she gave off.

She smiled and wound her slender arms around his neck. “Then do it.”

Her head tilted back, and Nick bent to kiss her, his mouth finding her soft lips in a fierce kiss. A moan erupted from the back of his throat as his tongue slipped between her lips to taste her mouth. A shiver went down his spine as his cock went rock hard. He ground his hips against her, letting her feel his erection. Her hands burrowed beneath his t-shirt, her fingers dancing over his hard chest and abdomen. Nick let go of her head and broke the kiss long enough to reach down and yank off his shirt. Ione slipped her hands into the waistband of his jeans and popped the buttons open.

When the jeans hit the floor, she knelt and took his cock into her mouth, licking and sucking it with abandon. Nick’s eyes rolled back into his head. Her mouth was like wet fire, and her tongue hit every nerve ending he had. He felt like his skin was on fire, he was so turned on by her.

Ione’s hands stroked up the outsides of his thighs as she sucked him, her auburn head bobbing with her movements. Her tongue slithered and slurped at him while her mouth provided suction. The gliding motion of her lips on his hard flesh made him incoherent with lust. Her long fingers found his balls and she cupped them, squeezing gently. Nick groaned out loud. She was turning him inside out and all he could think about was how much he wanted to fuck her.

He pumped into her mouth a few times, and she let him. Her eyes told him that she knew how much he loved fucking her face. When he stepped back, his cock sliding wetly from her mouth, she sat back on her heels, then leaned back on her hands, her pale pink nipples pointing at him. Nick drew a deep breath. This was more vanilla than he had had in twenty years. It certainly wasn’t his usual sex. The flogging hadn’t turned him on. She had.

He knelt between her thighs, his eyes drawn to her wet pink folds. She was waxed, hairless, and visibly wet. He touched her lightly with his forefinger, rubbing the slick wetness over her swollen flesh. She shivered and a little moan escaped her. He placed his hands on her silken thighs and pressed them apart. Her folds parted, showing him the swollen bud of her clit. He bent and blew on it. With a little scream, she came.

Her skin rippled. Her hips jerked. Her head flew back, exposing the white column of her throat. Her nipples darkened to rose. Nick watched in awed silence, his cock so hard it hurt. He waited as she rode out her orgasm. As soon as the tremors eased, he moved forward, his thighs spreading hers wider. He rubbed the head of his cock over her sensitive clit and she choked back a cry. Then, with a single stroke, he slid deep within her. Her muscles clenched around him and he closed his eyes, fighting for control.

She was so tight and hot and wet around him that he was afraid he wouldn’t make it. He started to mutter a quick incantation, but stopped himself. What he was, and what she was, had no part in what they were doing at the moment. He cupped her hips in his hands and began to thrust into her. She braced her feet on the wood floor and pushed herself into each thrust. Nick leaned over and nipped at her stiff nipples, causing her to shudder with pleasure. He sucked a nippled deep into his mouth and little whimpers emerged from her throat. He moved to the other nipple and she began to rake her nails down his back.

Heat enveloped his groin and a red haze of pure unadulterated lust rose in him. He slammed his cock into her harder and harder. She clutched at him with her fingers, imitating how her internal muscles clung relentlessly to his cock. Sweat sheened his skin and her hands slipped in it as she tried to hold onto him. Nick tilted her hips up off the floor as he rose up, wrapping her thighs around him as he held her firm buttocks and pounded into her.

The loft was filled with the sounds of their sex. The wet sucking sound of each thrust. Hushed breaths and cut off groans. Little moans and pants. The soft rushing sound of their out of control breathing. Nick’s senses went into overdrive. His muscles began that little quiver that indicated that his orgasm wasn’t far off. Beneath him, Ione was writhing. It was obvious she was about to come again.

He reached between them and flicked his fingertip across her clit. Her body stiffened for a split second and then she screamed, her body convulsing. Her tight, wet sheath clutched him so tight he could barely thrust. He felt his balls tighten as her nails dug into his forearms. The heat grew at the base of his spine. He pushed into her fiercely and let his orgasm explode. A sharp cry broke from him as he slammed into her and filled her with his cum.

Nick collapsed on Ione, his body trapping her between him and the hard wooden floor. They were both gasping for air, their bodies still twitching from the aftermath of their orgasms. Ione was shaking. Nick could feel it. He didn’t think it was a bad shaking, but he wasn’t sure. As soon as he caught his breath, he levered himself off of her, rolling onto his back on the floor, his chest still heaving a little. He turned his head and looked at her.

She was sprawled on the floor, her skin damp, the marks from his fingers already fading in the way that remarkable regenerative skin of hers had. He got up and bent to scoop her up in his arms. He carried her into the bathroom and set her down, keeping one arm around her while he turned on the shower. When he had the temperature of the water just right, he lifted her in and stepped in behind her. Ione rubbed a bar of soap in the smattering of hair on his upper chest. He grinned at her and kissed the tip of her nose. They washed each other playfully and then dried off.

Nick was lying on his bed watching her dry her long hair while they talked a little about his work and different places they’d visited. When she was done with her hair, she wandered around his bedroom as they talked. Nick watched the fluid movements of her body and wondered how many more times he would get to fuck it. Then he stiffened as she noticed something pink in the corner of the room, almost hidden by the decorative drapes. She pulled out the inflatable pink chair and stared at it wide eyed.

“What’s this?” she asked as she walked around it.

“It’s a chair,” he replied gruffly, feeling almost embarrassed, as she touched the hard pink rubber dildo that was attached to the seat.

She looked over her shoulder at him, her smoky eyes curious. “Who uses it?”

Nick sighed and sat up. “I have. It’s not really my thing though. My last girlfriend left it here. She used to ride it all the time. When I protested that she fucked the chair more than me, she made me try it.” He felt a sting over his cheekbones and knew there was a bit of color staining them. What straight guy admitted to enjoying being fucked in the ass with a dildo anyway?

Ione pursed her lips thoughtfully. “I thought you were into that whole BDSM thing? I thought you were a Dom,” she said, tilting her head to one side a little as she looked at him with a question in her eyes.

“I am. That doesn’t mean I never have girlfriends. My last girlfriend liked to top women too,” he explained.

“Hmmn.” She walked around the chair again then went into the bathroom, coming out with a steaming washcloth. She washed the chair carefully, removing all the dust that had accumulated on it. Afterward, she tested the tension of the vinyl. Nick knew she was thinking about trying it. After all, why would she wash it if she wasn’t going to use it?

Then Ione looked up at him. “Why is the whip such a turn on to you?” she asked. “I don’t understand that. To me the flogging means something else. I don’t understand how it could be sexual.”

Nick got up and walked over to her, pushing her long hair over her shoulder so he could lick along her collarbone. “It’s all about control, Ione,” he murmured. “To me, being in control of a woman, or a man, is exciting. I don’t fuck men, but I’ve topped them before, whipped them, and it’s turned me on. Afterward, I find a female to fuck. When I whip women, afterward I want to touch them, to feel the welts on their skin. I want to trace the welts with my tongue and fuck them until they come.”

She stared him thoughtfully, watching him lick his way down her arm to her hand. “There’s more to it than that, isn’t there?”

He looked up and nodded. “Yes. Subs have no control. They don’t do anything unless the Dom allows it. They can’t look me in the eye. They can’t come… until I say so.”

As the words left his mouth, Nick realized he had no urge to dominate Ione. Sure, he wanted to fuck her again, but he didn’t want her to submit. He didn’t want to control her. The realization hit him hard. It had been many years since he had wanted to be with a woman without controlling her.

She smiled at him and reached down to rub herself between the legs. Nick’s nostrils flared. He could smell her arousal. His cock rose.

“I’m going to fuck this chair for you,” she murmured, her eyes glowing. “What I want you to do is flog me again. Whip me while I’m riding this. I want to see if it heightens my pleasure.”

Instantly, Nick shook his head. “No way. It’s dangerous, Ione. If you’re moving, I can’t guarantee I can hit your back. If I hit something else, I might seriously injure you,” he told her, his hand coming up to cup one full breast.

Ione made a sound that was half derisive snort and half chuckle. “C’mon, Nick. You can’t hurt me. You’ve seen that already. If you strike something you shouldn’t, my body will heal it. The pain is only momentary,” she explained. “Please, Nick. I want to know what it’s like when you’re getting turned on from whipping me. I want to know what the pain feels like when it’s coupled with pleasure.”

Her eyes begged, and Nick knew he was going to give in. All his years of intense control had led to this, a game with the pink chair and his whip, to satisfy the curiosity of an immortal woman with whom he had had the best vanilla sex of his life. He went into the other room and came back with the whip. Ione was already sliding onto the chair backward, lowering herself onto the thick pink dildo while she clutched the back of the chair.

She sucked in a breath and began to rock. Nick watched her, his cock getting harder and harder as she pleasured herself with the chair. She bent over, pulling her hair forward and presenting him with her bare back. Her eyes were glowing, filled with sexual heat, as she said, “Whip me now, Nick. I want to know what it feels like.”

She cupped her breasts in her hands, tugging at her nipples. Moans erupted from her mouth and a sexual flush tinted her pale skin. Nick didn’t even have the urge to lift the whip. He was completely mesmerized, watching her get herself off. But her eyes pleaded, and he found he couldn’t resist.

He stepped back, judging the distance and the movements of her body, hoping he was making the right calculations in his head. The thought of the frayed end of the whip lashing her beautiful breast or face made his stomach churn. He knew her body would heal the wound, but he couldn’t get past a sense of horror at the thought of hurting her.

The lash sang through the air, landing across her back. She bucked on the chair. The moment she returned to her rocking motion, he hit her again. Her moans grew louder and his flogging took on a rhythm that meshed with her rocking motions. She had a dozen huge red welts across her back and was moaning incessantly when the whip cracked one last time. A trickle of blood oozed down her spine, and Nick tossed the whip to the floor, striding over to her.

Ione was fucking the chair roughly, her eyes closed, one hand viciously twisting her nipples. Her skin was flushed, and Nick could see she was about to come. He leaned down and whispered, “Come for me, Ione. Come for your master.”

Her eyes popped open, meeting his. He could see the overwhelming lust in their smoky depths. Her breath caught in her throat as she started to peak, and Nick crushed her mouth beneath his. He sucked on her tongue as she came, her body quivering and shaking. Minutes later, when she had calmed, Nick lifted his head, ending the kiss. Her eyes fluttered open again.

“Oh, Nick,” she sighed.

He smiled at her and held out one hand. She took it, stumbling a little as she tried to get off the chair. He scooped her up in his arms and carried her to his bed, where he checked her back to find that it had already healed and the blood was gone.

Nick wrapped Ione in his arms, as her heartbeat finally slowed to normal. They were silent for along while and then she said, “I can’t believe how good that felt. Will you teach me to be your sub?”

Nick let out a long sigh. He hated to tell her the truth because he wasn’t sure what would happen when he did. He turned her in his arms so that they were face to face. “Ione, I can’t. You’re just not proper sub material,” he told her gently.

She pouted. “I can be if I want to. And for you I want to.”

He shook his head. “You’re too proud. It’s not you.”

A faint glimmer of tears shone in her eyes. “I don’t want to give you up. I don’t want this feeling to end. How can I keep it, how can I be with you, if I can’t be what you want?” she husked.

For a man who wasn’t looking for a relationship, Nick wondered why he was about to step right into one. Then he looked into those pleading smoke colored eyes again and found the answer. He’d fallen for her. Hard.

He stroked a hand over her silky hair. “Ione, I haven’t lived my whole life a Dom,” he told her.

Confusion clouded her eyes. “I don’t understand, Nick. What I heard at the club, the man said this was your lifestyle. He said he’s never known you to live any other way for more than twenty years.” She swallowed and said, “He said you loved it.”

Nick went very still. He remembered having a conversation with Drake in his office the night he’d met Ione. Had that been where she’d heard him being called a master of the whip? And how the hell had she heard them talking anyway?

“How did you hear that conversation, Ione?” he asked cautiously.

Her face turned pink, and she bit her lower lip. Nick wanted to lick the pink flesh that was caught between her teeth.

“I have… certain powers… I heal instantly… and I have exceptional hearing,” she explained haltingly. “When I heard about the whip, I knew you would be the one to help me with my rituals. I’ve gone centuries without being able to perform them because I cannot find the right person to administer the flogging.”

Nick drew back from her slightly. “Are you going to tell me what you are?”

She drew a shaky breath. “Are you going to teach me to be your sub so I can please you?”

He shook his head again. “Ione, I’ve lived like this for more than twenty years. That much is true. However, that doesn’t mean I haven’t had relationships…”

She broke in, her eyes wide. “I couldn’t share you. To imagine some other woman giving you that when I cannot…” She blinked rapidly, then schooled her expression stoically. “I would rather leave now.”

She pushed at his chest, trying to break free of his grip, but Nick wouldn’t let her go. “You didn’t let me finish, Ione,” he told her soothingly. “I don’t have to live this kind of life. It’s suited me for the past twenty years, but I’m not the kind of man who HAS to be a Dom, who HAS to have this to get off. I would be perfectly happy letting you pretend to be my sub once in awhile. You see, I lived the lifestyle, but it never defined who I truly am. There’s more to me than my whip and a need to control.”

He raised a hand and sent the pink chair floating around the room. “I’m not without power of my own. I’m not without my own immortality,” he explained. “You cannot pigeonhole me by saying I am a Dom. I don’t have to have subs… but I think… I have to have you.”

Ione’s eyes began to glow and she relaxed in his arms. “Good. Because I’ve been watching you for so long, wanting to be with you,” she whispered.

Nick’s brows rose. “You’ve been stalking me?” he joked, knowing it could well be true. She was definitely a determined woman.

She laughed. “You could say that. How about I ride that chair for you again while I tell you all about it?” she teased, her face taking on a sultry sexuality that had Nick’s cock responding instantly. “You did like it when I rode the chair, didn’t you?”

Nick’s breathing went completely haywire. “Yes,” he hissed out as her long fingers wrapped around his growing erection.

She stroked him a few times, then motioned toward the floating chair. “Let it down, and we’ll see how fast the chair and I can turn you on without the whip,” she purred.

“Fuck the whip,” Nick murmured, his fingers stroking over her smooth hip.

She wriggled away, out of the bed. He snapped his fingers, and Ione caught the chair as it fell from the ceiling. Her smoky eyes met his emerald ones. “You and me and the chair?” she asked softly.

Nick got up and stalked toward her, taking the chair and tossing it aside as his hands cupped her breasts. “No. You and me. Full stop.”

His head dipped, and he kissed her again, feeling how she melted against him. It was a kind of control he’d never thought to have, and yet, it was far more satisfying than years of wielding the whip had brought him. He wondered briefly if maybe he should buy a few more of the pink chairs though. After all, he really had liked the way she’d looked when she had been riding it… just for him…

The Wiz and the Chair
By Winterheart © 2008
ESN ID 40584-080901-322975-11

Drake put his key in the lock then paused when he heard the door behind him open. Looking over his shoulder, he saw his neighbor emerge from his penthouse condo and shut the door behind him. The two of them were the only residents of the top floor of the Manhattan high rise. Considering the kinds of upscale people who lived in their building, it was probably best that they shared a floor since both of them were unconventional and kept odd hours.

Drake’s neighbor, Nick, was an artist, with an artist’s temperament. A couple of times a week, there was a lot of screaming followed by Nick carrying out an armload of pink plastic. Sometimes it was during the week, sometimes on the weekend. Tonight, was a weeknight.

“Hey, Nick. How’s it going?” Drake asked as the tall, lean form of the artist ambled toward the elevator.

Nick’s emerald eyes blinked groggily at Drake. “Eh? Oh! Hey, Drake. What’s doing, mate?”

Drake bit back a grin. Nick sounded either drunk or sleepy or both. The Englishman was dressed in threadbare jeans and a thin tank top that used to be white, but was now stained with what Drake hoped was red paint. Although, knowing Nick’s ability with a whip and his immersion in the BDSM lifestyle, there was every possibility that the red spatter wasn’t paint.

“Just getting in from the club,” Drake said easily, eyeing the pink plastic draped over Nick’s shoulder.

Seeing the direction of Drake’s gaze, Nick’s fingers tightened on the plastic. “No date tonight?”

Drake often brought home someone from the club. His sexual appetite was voracious usually, and nights at the club were always good for feeding his cravings. However, tonight he’d been too restless to pick one of the beautiful young women or men who wanted him to fuck them. He shrugged at Nick. “Wasn’t in the mood,” he replied shortly.

Nick’s dark brows shot up. “That’s not the Drake Keating I know,” he said in surprise.

Trying to turn the conversation from himself, Drake gestured toward the pink plastic. “Whenever Ione is here, you toss out a pile of pink plastic. What the hell is it?”

Nick’s eyes shifted away from Drake’s warily. “It’s a chair. A blow up chair.” He pushed the button for the elevator and the door whooshed open. “Gotta go. See you, Drake.”

The elevator door closed and Drake frowned at it. What the hell was the big deal? He turned and opened the door to his loft. He wasn’t sure what had made Nick so sketchy, the fact that he mentioned Ione or the fact that he’d asked about the plastic. With a sigh, Drake thrust his curiosity aside. Nick was a character and always had been. They’d been neighbors for nearly ten years and friends for more than twenty. During those years, they had both learned a lot about each other’s lives from sexual habits to theurgic abilities. Both of them were wizards, fully trained, and at a high enough theurgic level where they were sought out as teachers for others who had magical abilities. Drake took students if he felt someone’s talent was special. Nick, being a much more private person than Drake, never took students.

Drake tossed his overcoat onto a leather chair and headed for the black lacquered bar. He poured himself two fingers of Scotch and knocked back half of it before pressing the switch that opened up the skylight and the wall of windows that overlooked Manhattan. Dawn was closing in and the sky was no longer black velvet. Instead, it was streaked with indigo and deepest violet.

Watching the sun rise while he drank his Scotch, Drake wondered why he hadn’t been in the mood to bring someone home. He could be standing here right now having his cock sucked, but no. He’d looked at all the eager young faces around him, each one of them beautiful and sexy and more than willing to please him, and his stomach had turned. The nameless, faceless sex was wearing on him.

He finished his Scotch and set the glass down, heading for his bedroom. Having realized what his problem was, didn’t solve anything. He stripped off and got in the shower. Just because he wasn’t interested in casual sex anymore didn’t mean he wasn’t horny. He was. In fact, he was more horny because now there wasn’t some beautiful young thing sucking him off every night.

Drake wrapped one soapy hand around his stiff cock and began to stroke it with a twisting motion. It had been awhile since he’d had any kind of relationship. His last relationship had ended on a jangling note when he’d discovered that the woman wasn’t what he thought she was. He’d been so drawn to her, her beauty and the raw power she possessed that she had no clue what to do with. He’d been excited to teach her and had taken her to his bed, thinking that she was his mate. Unfortunately, something had happened to show him that she was not for him. Once he knew who her real mate was, he had been unable to have sex with her.

He closed his eyes and leaned against the cool tile, his fist stroking his cock a little faster. His gifts were not always a blessing. It had definitely not been a good day the afternoon that he’d had a vision of the future that showed his former lover Weylyn with his current lover Keir. That’s when he’d know she wasn’t meant for him. That day, he’d let Keir go. He still worked with her twice a week on her theurgic training, but when that was done, he would send her to Weylyn. It was the right thing to do.

Meanwhile, here he stood in his shower, jacking off while thinking of the two of them. Weylyn was the most beautiful man Drake had ever met. His lean, wiry build was rock hard with muscle. His face was chiseled and more beautiful than a man had any right to be. Drake had always been particularly taken with Weylyn’s silvery eyes. They were always so full of mischief and life. Weylyn was a hedonist. He would have sex with whomever caught his eye and made his dick hard. He was unabashedly a horndog and good natured about it. His personality was as beautiful as his body and face. The combination had been irresistible to Drake.

Keir had a natural beauty and an uncomplicated personality. She had no hang-ups sexually or otherwise. She’d known that Drake liked men as much as women, and she hadn’t been jealous. In fact, she’d gotten off on seeing him with men, something most women were threatened by.

Thinking of how Keir had gotten aroused while watching him have his cock sucked by a young stud had Drake’s arousal shooting through the roof. His fist glided harder and faster. He groaned out loud and widened his stance, reaching down with his free hand to cup and squeeze his balls. Inside his closed eyelids, he imagined Keir watching him get sucked off by Weylyn…

With a loud moan, he came. His hot cum erupted from the thick head of his cock, hitting the side of the shower. Some of it dripped down onto his hand and he rubbed it into his hard flesh, imagining that it was Weylyn’s agile tongue instead of his fingers. He opened his eyes, staring at the tile where the water from the showerhead was washing away all sign of his ejaculate. Despite the sexual release, depression settled over him as he finished his shower.

Once in bed, with the skylight and blinds shut, he tried to figure out what it was that he wanted. He felt restless and dissatisfied with everything. His work was boring. The club literally ran itself. His theurgic work had slowed to a trickle now that he was working with Keir only two days a week. Maybe he needed a hobby.

Or a relationship…

The thought was fully formed in his mind like an insistent voice. Drake grunted and rolled over in bed, hugging his pillow. He wasn’t a fan of relationships although he’d been in several throughout his life. All of his relationships had ended on a disappointed note, though. The disappointment being his.

A deep sigh escaped him. Maybe he just needed to stop thinking about being with people he couldn’t be with anymore. He closed his eyes, determined to get some sleep so that tonight, maybe he could look at things differently… and get laid.

On his way out to the club later that night, Drake ran into Nick in the hallway. His eyebrows rose. Again with the pink plastic chair. He gave Nick a speaking look as he pushed the button for the elevator.

“C’mon, Nick. What’s the deal with the pink plastic blow up chair?” he asked his friend as they got in the elevator car.

Nick sighed and pushed the button for the ground floor. As the elevator headed down, Nick held up the chair. That’s when Drake saw the huge pink rubber dildo attached to the seat. For some odd reason, his cock stirred.

He gave Nick a sardonic look. “So who’s riding it? You or Ione?” he teased.

Nick shook his head ruefully. “Ione. She loves driving me crazy with the damn thing. The problem is, she’s too rough with it, and we’re breaking them at least once a week,” he explained. “I’m gonna have to buy stock in the damned company at this rate.”

Drake laughed. “So where do you get something like that? It doesn’t seem like the kind of toy you’d go for on your own.”

Nick tossed the pink plastic over his shoulder. “It’s not. Melina left the original one behind after she dumped me for that fetish girl. Apparently, she bought it at Plain Brown Wrapper. Or so my credit card statement says,” he said wryly.

“Man, you sure can pick them, Nick,” Drake replied with a shake of his head. “Now, fess up. You’ve used the chair too, haven’t you?”

The Englishman pokered up, but Drake knew he was teasing. “A gentleman doesn’t fuck and tell,” he murmured in a snooty tone.

As the elevator door opened, Drake leaned over and whispered in his ear, “Yeah, right, buddy.” Nick’s emerald eyes glared lethally at his friend, and Drake laughed. “Catch you later!”

Once out on the street, Drake caught a cab and found himself directing the cabbie to Plain Brown Wrapper. Inside the store, the chair caught his eye instantly. They had one hanging from the ceiling. He walked up to the counter and pointed to the pink chair.

“Is that the only color it comes in?” he asked.

The Goth kid behind the counter raised one pierced brow and gave Drake a bored look. “That’s the only color it comes in today,” he drawled. “The blue one won’t be in stock for a couple of weeks and the green is discontinued.”

“I’ll take two pink ones,” Drake told him, pulling out his wallet.

“Big spender,” the kid muttered and disappeared for a moment, returning with two flat plastic packages.

He ran the credit card, and as Drake signed the slip, he bagged the two chairs in a plain brown paper sack. Drake hopped into another cab and headed to the club. The main part of the crowd hadn’t arrived yet since the doors had only just opened at sunset. Drake headed to his office and his manager, Justin Scott, followed him. He set the brown sack down on a corner of the desk and sat down. Justin shut the door and sat in one of the chairs across from him.

“Don’t tell me the liquor bill isn’t right again?” Drake joked.

Justin just stared at him with serious dark eyes. Inwardly, Drake sighed. For the last year, Justin had run the Wizard’s Club. Before that, he’d been the assistant manager at a vampire club. Drake had met him in that club. Justin had been working, and Drake had been trolling. Justin was hot, and Drake had been horny. Weylyn had just left New York, and Drake hadn’t met Keir yet. Justin was beautiful with his short dark hair, dark seductive eyes, and tight, muscled body. Drake had come on strong that night, and Justin hadn’t been immune to his seduction. Later that night, Justin had been on his knees in Drake’s loft, sucking his cock like there was no tomorrow.

They’d gone at it hot and heavy for a week, but then Drake had met Keir. He’d dropped Justin instantly, something for which he was now profoundly sorry. Until recently, he hadn’t realized how much of a jerk he had really been to Justin eighteen months ago. When the club’s manager left abruptly to move to Europe, Drake had offered Justin the job, thinking he’d kill two birds with one stone. He’d get himself an experienced club manager and appease his conscience at the same time. Now, it dawned on him that he really hadn’t appeased his conscience at all. He should have apologized profusely to Justin. Eighteen months after the fact, he wasn’t sure how he could make amends.

“The liquor bill is fine. In fact, everything’s fine. This place runs like a well oiled machine,” Justin said in a cool, emotionless voice. “It runs so well, I wonder why you come in here every night. Do you think I can’t do my job?”

The bitterness was so slight that if Drake hadn’t already been feeling guilty, he wouldn’t have noticed it. “Justin, I…” he started to apologize, but Justin’s dark eyes flashed angrily and he stopped.

“Don’t fucking say you’re sorry, Drake,” he snarled, his body stiff with indignation. “If you had really been sorry you would have said something long ago.” He stood up and walked to the door, then turned back to pin Drake to his chair with fierce, dark eyes. “You gave me this job, and I’m grateful that you did. But I’ve proven myself to you over and over again in the past eighteen months. Your club is in good hands. Now go the fuck home and let me do my job!”

Justin slammed out of the office, leaving Drake staring blankly at the closed door, shocked to the core. Justin’s little outburst showed Drake something he hadn’t realized before. Not only had Drake struck at Justin’s pride by dumping him, he’d made the sting worse by showing up at the club every night, making Justin feel as if he didn’t trust him to do his job. Drake shook his head, angry and disappointed in himself.

I’m a putz, he thought. A huge fucking putz.

He picked up the brown bag and left the office. The staff greeted him as he walked through the club. Justin stood behind the bar with a clipboard in his hand. He looked up as Drake passed, and there was a flash of pain mixed with the anger in his dark eyes. Drake lifted his hand, letting Justin know he was leaving, as he pushed past the crowds and out the door.

There were cabs at the curb, but Drake couldn’t go home. He stood there, wondering what to do, where to go. His depression from the night before closed in.

“Is everything alright, Mr. Keating?”

Drake turned to find one of the doormen standing there with a concerned expression on his face. He shot the man a reassuring smile.

“Yeah. Everything’s fine, Joe. I’m just not sure what to do,” he replied absently.

“About what, sir?” Joe’s face didn’t lose its concerned expression. Obviously, he wasn’t used to seeing his boss at a loss.

“About my life,” Drake sighed. He gave the doorman another smile. “Have a good night, Joe.”

Drake turned and started walking. If he was going to go into coma mode, he needed to find somewhere else to do it. Standing on the curb in front of his club was not the answer. He walked and walked, thinking about Justin and how he’d treated him. He’d been with any number of one night stands. They’d all known what to expect. However, when he’d met Justin, he hadn’t treated him like a one nighter. Justin wasn’t one nighter material, and Drake had known that, but the instant he’d met Keir, he’d dismissed Justin exactly as he would a one nighter. Drake berated himself silently. He was such a huge fucking asshat.

He’d walked probably a dozen blocks before he decided to go home. He caught a cab and was home less than half an hour later. He set the plain brown bag down and pulled out his cell phone, dialing his best friend Garren Fairfax.

“I’m going to shoot you the next time I see you,” Garren growled into the phone.

“Did I wake you? I’m sorry. You know I’m no good at figuring out GMT,” Drake apologized sheepishly.

“It’s not even six am,” Garren groaned. “Ack. I’m up now. What’s wrong?”

Drake bit back a sigh. Garren could read him like a book. He opened his mouth and everything came out. Everything he had been thinking and feeling lately. Garren listened in silence until his friend was done.

“Drake, you need a life,” he said gently. “You treated Justin badly. Yet you did something incredibly good for him, and you placed a lot of trust in him too. Now, stop torturing the guy and let him do his job. As for Keir, you’re over her, aren’t you?”

“Well, yeah,” Drake muttered reluctantly.

“Then let it go!” Garren said, his voice exasperated. “You said you weren’t in love with her. You said you’re over her. So let it go and stop thinking about her. Now, about Weylyn…”

Drake cut him off. He was starting to feel like a monumental ass. “Wey’s my friend. I’m not a pining lover or anything,” he explained gruffly to Garren. “I guess I just miss the connection… the closeness…”

“Drake, you can’t find someone to be with if you’re sitting at home moping,” Garren said told him.

Well, shit, Drake thought. He hadn’t thought he wanted a relationship, yet that was pretty much the reason why he was suddenly so draggy ass. His friend Nick had someone now. In fact, everyone he knew had someone now. Being alone sucked. Not that he had wanted to admit that.

“You’re right. Thanks, Garren. I’m sorry I woke you up,” Drake said apologetically.

Garren chuckled. “No worries. It just means I have time for a quickie with my honey before I have to catch a plane to Paris.”

They hung up and Drake strode into his bedroom, yanking off his dress slacks and shirt and exchanging them for tight jeans and a t-shirt. He grabbed a leather jacket and headed out to the vampire club where he’d met Justin. The last time he had truly been looking to meet someone had been the last time he’d gone to that club. That night he’d met Justin.

In the club, Drake did the same thing he did in his own club. He hung at the bar for awhile, so people could see him. Then he got a booth and sat back, waiting to see who would come over and show that they were interested. A few hours later, he was bored. Three women and a couple of men sat at his table. All of them were interested in him sexually. He wasn’t interested in any of them. Conversation swirled around him, but he felt disassociated.

By the time two a.m. rolled around, he was ready to leave. Alone. Then he noticed a familiar taut ass in faded jeans. He frowned a little. Monday through Thursday, the Wizard’s Club closed at midnight. Weekends, they were open until three in the morning. The vampire club was always open until a half hour before dawn.

Drake’s eyes followed Justin’s perfect ass through the crowd to the bar. He leaned on it, laughing with the bartender. A tall blonde man came up and put his hand on Justin’s jean clad posterior. Drake’s manager and former lover didn’t even flinch. He turned and began flirting with the guy. Drake’s gut clenched. For the next half hour, he watched Justin flirting with the blonde guy and with a tiny petite brunette. He danced with the brunette and Drake stared in astonishment as the two practically fucked each other on the dance floor. Justin’s hands were even under her miniskirt. Drake’s fingers tightened on his martini glass.

One of the girls asked him something, and he brushed her off. She took off in a huff. Then the two guys decided that they liked each other more than they liked him. So Drake was sitting there flanked by two girls he wasn’t interested in, staring at his drink angrily, replaying in his head how Justin had been dancing with the brunette, when a familiar voice growled, “Why don’t you take one of them or both of them home and fuck them, and stop staring at me like you’re jealous? We both know you don’t give a shit about me so stop fucking up my night by looking like you do.”

Drake’s head shot up, and his eyes met Justin’s angry ones. He’d never seen Justin so worked up. Usually, his manager and former lover was cool and efficient, not simmering with emotion. “Look, Drake. I realize what happened between us a year and a half ago didn’t mean jack to you. But did you ever stop to think that maybe it meant something to ME?”

He planted his hands on the table and looked scornfully at Drake, ignoring the two wide eyed women. “I let you brush me aside for Keir, because you thought you’d found your mate. When I discovered that she wasn’t your mate, I thought maybe I had a chance with you again. Instead, I’ve had to sit there night after night at the club watching you pick up any hot young thing who took your fancy.”

Emotions rolled across Justin’s handsome face, not the least of which was the anger that was pouring out in his words. “Now, you’ve invaded the only place I can go where I might be able to meet someone, anyone, who will wipe the memory of you from my head! So for once, would you do something for someone other than yourself? Take your skanks and get the fuck out of here!” he growled.

The two women gasped and when Drake didn’t bother to defend them, they slid out of the booth and left. Drake sat there staring up into Justin’s stormy eyes. What he saw in them turned him inside out. There was anger, and pain, and an overwhelming, reluctant desire. Slowly, he slid out of the booth and faced Justin.

The younger man’s jaw tightened, as if bracing for a blow. Drake shook his head. Then, with the speed of a striking snake, he leaned in and kissed Justin. His lips pressed hard against Justin’s mouth. He flicked his tongue against Justin’s lips and they parted. His tongue slithered into the wet cavern of the younger man’s mouth, teasing his tongue. Justin shivered and sucked on Drake’s tongue.

Drake pulled away, his chest heaving. “Are you coming home with me?” he asked huskily.

Justin’s expressive eyes flashed. “Why? So you can dump me again?” he snapped.

Drake reached out and brushed a finger along Justin’s stubbled jawline. “No. So I can apologize properly,” he said, his tone quiet and emphatic.

Emotions warred in Justin’s eyes. Drake could see the struggle quite clearly. His groin tightened. He wanted Justin. He wanted a chance to make up for what he’d done too. But mostly… he wanted Justin. It burned like a fire in his gut. Drake waited… and waited.

Finally, Justin drew a deep breath and said, “Okay. I’ll come home with you. But I’m not promising to stay. If I think you’re just going to use me again, I’ll leave, and when I do, you can expect to find my resignation on your desk within the hour.”

Drake felt sucker punched. On the one hand, he was elated to have a second chance with Justin. On the other hand, he knew that if he fucked this up, he would lose not only his chance with Justin on a personal level, but he would lose the best manager the Wizard’s Club had ever had. Instead of answering, he kissed Justin again. This time the kiss was softer, a promise, and an apology.

They left the club and took a cab to Drake’s. Once they were in his penthouse, Drake began to feel nervous. He took Justin’s jacket and hung it with his own in the front closet. He walked over to the black bar and took out his Scotch.

“Would you like a drink?” he asked formally.

Justin was tickling the Venus Flytrap. He looked up with an amused smile and said, “No, thanks.” He glanced down at the big green plant. “It’s gotten a lot bigger.”

Drake knocked back two fingers of Scotch feeling the welcome burn of the alcohol in his gut. “Yeah, it has. Nick hates coming over here to feed it when I’m gone.”

Justin’s smile widened. “Still? It’s just a plant. Why does it creep him out so much?”

Drake shrugged. “Don’t know. It just does.” He set the empty glass on the bar and opened the skylight and blinds so that the lights of Manhattan could be seen. He dimmed the living room lights so the view would be better.

Justin’s smile turned seductive. “Mood lighting?” he murmured as Drake walked toward him.

“I don’t like the glare on the glass when the lights are on inside,” Drake muttered absently as he came to a stop in front of Justin. “Tell me what you want,” he whispered.

One hand came up and slid beneath Drake’s shirt. The fingers danced along the hard ridges of Drake’s abdomen, causing him to suck in his breath. “You, Drake. I want you. I’ve been half in love with you for two fucking years. Long before you ever brought me home that first time,” he said in a low voice that was filled with suppressed emotion.

Drake reached down and ripped off his t-shirt. Justin splayed his palms across Drake’s chest, gliding over the muscles reverently. His hands slipped down to the waistband of Drake’s jeans, unbuttoning them and pulling the zipper down, his knuckles brushing against the hard evidence of Drake’s arousal.

The only sound in the penthouse was the sound of their rough breathing and their clothes dropping to the expensive area rug. Drake popped open the buttons on Justin’s fly with one swift move. Then his hands were delving inside, seeking Justin’s cock. Moments later, they were both naked and fully aroused.

Drake rubbed his hips against Justin’s, their cocks sliding against each other. He slipped his hand down and took Justin’s cock in his hand, stroking it with a twisting motion that made Justin moan. Then he kissed the younger man, their moans coming out choppy as their tongues and lips mashed together. The kissing was hot and wet, frantic with lust, both of them ignoring the sting of their beard stubbled jaws rasping against each other. All the while, Drake’s hands were stroking them both, rubbing and squeezing their cocks with his hands, pressing them together, smearing their conjoined pre-cum over whatever he could reach.

Justin’s hips flexed rhythmically against Drake’s. His lust soared at the friction and feel of Drake’s muscular body against his. He put his arms around Drake, stroking his triceps, reaching down to squeeze his tight buttocks. He kissed Drake deeply, his cheeks hollowing as he sucked the other man’s tongue. His fingers traced the cleft of Drake’s ass and he felt his lover shudder in anticipation.

Then all the hot rubbing against each other ceased as Drake dropped to his knees, his tongue snaking out to lick all around the swollen head of Justin’s cock as if it was a lollypop. When he flicked at the sensitive underside, the thick erection jerked in his grasp and Justin groaned. Drake loved teasing Justin. The expression on his face was pure lust and it turned Drake on.

Justin sank his hands into Drake’s short blonde hair. “Do I look like a popsicle to you?” he rasped, his voice breathy.

Drake chuckled and slid his lips over the thick cock in front of him. Justin cried out, clutching Drake’s hair as the head of his cock was massaged by the muscles of Drake’s throat. He could barely stand as Drake sucked him expertly, deep throating him, and teasing him with a swirling tongue,

Justin felt like his head was going to explode. His balls were so tight, he knew his orgasm wasn’t far off. In fact, when Drake had been rubbing their cocks together and their bodies had been so tight against each other that a feather would have had trouble coming between them… Justin had been afraid he would come right then. He was crazy about Drake. Everything about the wizard turned him on. The feel of his skin and his body rubbing up against Justin pretty much unmanned him to the point that all Justin wanted to do was beg Drake to fuck him.

But Drake had other ideas. He was acutely aware that Justin cared for him. He was even more aware of the fact that he had hurt Justin. Right at that moment, all Drake wanted to do was make it up to him. So he sucked and licked and teased Justin’s cock, worshipping it and paying homage to it. He drew out the other man’s arousal to the point where Justin’s legs were shaking and little mewling noises came from the back of his throat with every suck of Drake’s talented mouth.

Finally, Drake cupped Justin’s balls in one palm, squeezing and teasing the taut sacs. One long finger teased Justin’s ass. Justin thought he was going to pass out from the pleasure. No one had ever sucked him so well. Heat was roaring through his veins, and there was a whooshing sound in his ears as he felt his balls tighten unbearably. Then Drake inserted one thick finger into his ass, up to the first knuckle, without lube. The momentary pain pushed him over the edge and his cock exploded in Drake’s mouth, his hot cum filling his lover’s mouth and throat.

Justin’s fingers pulled painfully at Drake’s blonde hair. However, Drake was so into Justin’s reactions that he didn’t care. He could feel how explosive Justin’s orgasm was and a sense of satisfaction filled him. Justin’s cum also filled him. He came so much that Drake, who was less experienced with sucking than being sucked, had a difficult time swallowing it all. A trickle escaped the corner of his mouth, but he ignored it. He was focused solely on Justin’s pleasure.

When Justin’s shudders subsided, Drake slurped the semi-erect cock, cleaning it with his tongue as he let it slide free of his mouth. Justin looked down at him with glazed eyes. That’s when he got an idea.

Drake stood up and Justin grabbed him, holding him tightly as they kissed urgently. Justin licked his cum from Drake’s chin, reveling in the taste of it on his lover’s skin and tongue. He reached down to stroke Drake’s thick cock, slick with a steady flow of pre-cum. Drake twisted away and pushed Justin down on the leather sofa.

“Wait right there,” he said huskily and went into the bedroom.

Quickly, Drake found the bag from Plain Brown Wrapper and ripped the plastic cover off the chair with his teeth. He opened the closet and pulled out an air pump. The chair filled with air quickly and Drake closed the valve, sealing it shut. He took the chair and a bottle of lube to the living room.

Justin was sitting with his thighs spread wide. Drake’s mouth watered at the thought of licking every inch of that beautiful muscular body. His eyes settled on Justin’s half hard cock. It was thick and long. Nothing to be ashamed of. In fact, Drake was pretty sure the younger man was longer than he was. Maybe not quite as thick, but definitely longer. His ass cheeks clenched as he wondered how it would feel to have Justin fuck him. He’d had fingers and dildos in his ass, but only once had he been fucked. Weylyn had been an excellent instructor in anal sex, but his cock wasn’t quite as long or thick as Justin’s. The thought of that monster dick in his ass made Drake shake with lust.

Drake set the chair on the floor near the couch. Justin looked at it in surprise. “What’s with the toy, Drake?” he asked curiously.

“You’ll see,” Drake told him with a smile.

Drake straddled Justin’s body, kneeling over his thighs. His hard cock rubbed against Justin’s thighs, abdomen, and partially erect cock. He put the bottle of lube in Justin’s hand and whispered in his ear, “Get me ready.”

He licked and nibbled his way across Justin’s torso, stopping every now and again to kiss him deeply. Justin poured the lube into the crack of Drake’s ass, his fingers working it in a little at a time. Drake moaned into Justin’s mouth as he felt one finger slide deeply into his ass. Their kisses deepened as Justin worked his finger in and out. Then it was two fingers and Drake’s body undulated on Justin’s. By now, Justin was rock hard again. He stroked his free hand over Drake’s cock and his own, as his desire spiraled out of control.

Then Drake pulled away, Justin’s fingers sliding easily out of his ass. Breathing hard, Drake walked over to the pink chair and turned it so Justin could watch as he lowered himself onto the chair. The pressure of the thick dildo at his slippery anus was both incredibly arousing and slightly painful. He pressed downward and the thick rubber head pressed past the first tight ring of muscles. With a loud groan, Drake felt the dildo seat itself inside him. He rocked a little and the dildo pressed his prostate, causing his cock to jerk.

Drake locked eyes with Justin as he began to ride the chair. Justin’s chest was rising and falling rapidly, his arousal beyond anything he had ever felt before. Drake began to stroke his cock in time to his thrusts on chair. Heat was wreathing his whole body. He stared into Justin’s desire filled eyes and began to fuck the chair harder, imagining that Justin was fucking him.

By now, Justin felt like he was going to explode. He was stroking his cock, remembering how it had felt in Drake’s hand, and against Drake’s cock and hard body. He shuddered, unable to sit and watch while Drake pleasured himself. He lurched to his feet, striding over to Drake. For a moment, he watched Drake fuck the chair. Then, he dropped to his knees, engulfing Drake’s thick cock in his mouth.

Drake groaned loudly. “Oh, fuck, Justin. Oh, yeah. Suck my cock.”

Justin wrapped his tongue around Drake’s cock, teasing it and sucking it. He slurped and sucked voraciously at the hard flesh, his fingers manipulating Drake’s balls, his head bobbing in time with Drake’s thrusts onto the chair’s dildo. He could smell the scent of their sweat and cum in the air, and it made his own cock jerk. Then Drake’s fingers tightened on his head, holding him still. Drake’s hips thrust up from the chair, pressing his cock even deeper into Justin’s mouth. He fucked Justin’s face as he fucked the chair faster and faster until Justin thought he would choke.

Drake’s eyes rolled back into his head as pleasure whipped through him. Justin’s mouth was so hot, so tight and wet that he couldn’t bear it any longer. The feel of Justin sucking him while the dildo slid in his ass, pressing his prostate with each thrust… Drake drew a shuddering breath and yelled as his orgasm hit him. He was slammed down onto the dildo with the force of his shudders. Justin pressed his face into Drake’s belly, sucking every millimeter of the wizard’s spasming, ejaculating cock into his throat. He swallowed and swallowed, not willing to lose even a drop of Drake’s cum.

When Drake went limp, Justin lifted his head. Drake’s muscular body was damp with sweat, glistening in the low lights. Justin ran his hands over his lover’s ridged abdomen, loving the feel of smooth skin and hard muscle beneath his palms. He caressed every inch of Drake that he could reach as his lover recovered from his explosive orgasm.

He pinched Drake’s nipples and then found himself under scrutiny from Drake’s pale blue eyes. They gleamed at him in amusement.

“Can’t get enough of me?” Drake teased in a husky voice.

Justin’s dark eyes stared back at him, a serious expression in their depths. “No. I can’t,” he replied, his tone low and filled with emotion. “You’re the wiz here. Didn’t you know? Couldn’t you tell how I feel about you?”

Drake’s expression sobered as he realized that all these months Justin had been wanting him and he hadn’t even noticed. “Help me up,” he said quietly.

Justin helped him remove the chair’s dildo from his ass. When he was back on his feet, Drake wrapped his arms around Justin, just holding him. “I’m sorry,” he said simply. “I was wrong to treat you as I did. I was wrong about a lot of things, and I’m so fucking sorry.”

For a long moment, Justin stood there, reveling in the feel of Drake’s body against his. Then he leaned in and kissed him briefly, without desire, but overflowing with emotion. Justin rubbed his hands up Drake’s forearms and over his biceps.

“Apology accepted on one condition,” he said, his voice thick.

“What’s that?” Drake asked, with a brow lifted inquiringly.

Justin smiled slowly. “You let me ride the chair.”

Drake blinked. Then he began to laugh. “Tell you what… you can ride the chair… after you ride me.” His hand stroked Justin’s still hard cock.

Justin looked at him in surprise. “A year and a half ago it was all about you fucking me. The big important wiz had to be the one controlling everything. You wouldn’t even entertain the idea of me fucking you. Why the change?” he asked.

Drake shrugged. “I’ve learned it’s not all about me. It’s about you too. I’m not the same selfish man you first met. I’ve learned some lessons since then,” he admitted.

Justin slipped his hand into the crack of Drake’s ass, feeling the muscular buttocks clench and unclench. “Hopefully, you haven’t learned them all,” he said in a low seductive tone. His finger slipped into Drake’s tight anus. Drake shuddered and his cock began to stiffen once more.

“There are definitely some things I’d like to teach you,” Justin whispered.

Drake nipped the side of Justin’s neck. “Take me to bed, Justin. I want you to fuck me.”

Justin pressed his mouth to Drake’s and their tongues slid against each other. They moaned into each other’s mouths. “One of these days, my handsome wiz, I’m going to show you that it’s not just fucking,” he murmured. “There are whole other levels to this when you love someone.”

“Like I said, take me to bed, Justin.” Drake’s voice was thick with emotion as he kissed his lover.

On the way into the bedroom, Drake turned out the lights. Unfortunately, he missed one, leaving the pink chair sitting in a dim spotlight, as the Manhattan skyline brightened behind it.

by

Helen Hardt

All Rights Reserved

Copyright © 2008 Helen Hardt

From the heavy shadows of the dense evergreen woods, Julian watched the young woman impale herself on the thick pink phallus. Veiled in the light of the full moon, her skin glowed like fiery opals. Her rosy breasts, full and swollen, bounced as her movements became more rapid.

Beautiful. Her mahogany hair fell in waves around her milky white shoulders, her body covered in a silky sheen of moisture. Her emerald eyes pierced the darkness. God, yes. Absolutely beautiful.

Her crimson lips parted, and, “Ah!” Her voice, but a seductive whisper, carried across the night air to Julian’s ears. The blood flowed through her veins in a heady whoosh. He silently thanked God for his acute senses of sight and hearing.

And smell.

Oh yes. Smell.

The spicy musk of her heated sex slammed into him. What would she taste like? Sweet and creamy, like apricot nectar? Or tangy and spicy, like Granny Smith cider spiked with cinnamon schnapps?

Spicy. His lips curved upward. Definitely spicy.

Damn. He wasn’t going to survive this. He absently rubbed his palm over his arousal, the roughness of his denim jeans increasing the friction.

Luscious burgundy nipples, surrounded by swollen areolas the size of small plums. They jiggled as she rode the pink beast, seeming to cry out for Julian’s lips. Lick me. Taste me. Suck me ‘til I scream.

Slowly he unzipped his jeans, each tooth of the zipper zinging in his sensitive ears. The heat of his cock scorched his palm as he wrapped his fingers around its thickness.

“Yeah, baby, fuck that pink cock,” he whispered. “Fuck it like you want to fuck me.”

“Ah!” Her husky voice said again. “Ah, yeah, that’s good.” The garnet folds of her labia, slick with her juices, slapped against the seat of the inflated chair with each downward plunge. Julian could see the pink pearl of her clit glistening with cream.

“Oh, baby, show me that pretty red pussy.” If he could lick it, just one slick swipe of his tongue against that sweet nub of flesh, she would come. And so would he.

“Come on, baby, ride that cock,” he said. “Ride it, and come for me.”

He stroked himself in time with her thrusts, imagining with each forward movement that he was pushing his raging cock into her hot core.

“Yeah, baby. Yeah. Come for me.”

Her fingers plucked at her hard nipples, and Julian swore his cock grew thicker in his hand. God, she was beautiful. And so fucking hot.

Then one slender hand traveled downward, caressing the taut skin of her abdomen, fingers lacing through her nest of dark curls, until they settled on her clit.

“Ah, yes!”

Her cries catapulted Julian into a frenzy of heat. She was coming. That hot little pussy was coming all over that big pink cock.

And so was he.

He closed his eyes and grunted as his seed spurted, each spasm shaking him to the marrow. “Oh, yeah,” he heard himself say. “God, yeah.” His body tingled and his head swam. Then the stinging of his gums as his fangs elongated, ready to pierce flesh and bring the orgasm to true completion.

But not tonight.

He shuddered, willing his fangs to retract, still awash in the remnants of his climax.

After a few moments he returned to reality and peered at the small moonlit alcove where the woman had been. She was gone.

Julian wiped himself with his handkerchief and zipped his jeans. Since when had he become a peeping tom? He should be disgusted with himself, but he wasn’t. Watching her pleasure her lush body had been the hottest thing he’d experienced in years.

Where the hell had she gone? He sniffed. Nothing. He should have been able to scent her. Strange. Would he ever see her again?

He looked at his watch. 3:30 a.m. Only a few more hours until sunrise. He raked his fingers through his long coal black hair. He stretched his arms upward, letting his capillaries burst and oxygen flow through his veins. He inhaled, embracing the aroma of the warm night.

The fresh mountain air, the pungent pine needles, the sweet fragrant Columbine, and…the earthy musk of her.

Yes. He had picked up her scent.

His legs catapulted him forward.

***

Kira ambled into her remote Rocky Mountain cabin, lugging Andre with her.

Andre, of course, was her pink dildo chair. She’d named him after two months. He was her savior, after all, and the longest relationship she’d ever had. The hot pink color didn’t really scream masculinity, but the big dick? Yeah, that was Andre.

Within minutes Andre rested in the back of the walk-in closet in her bedroom. Kira headed to the kitchen.

She poured herself a glass of Merlot and collapsed onto her leather couch in her small living area. She sighed, stretching. One more night, and then she’d be free for another month.

She sipped her wine, the crisp, dry fruitiness dancing over her taste buds. She had just closed her eyes when a knock sounded on her door.

What the hell? At nearly four in the morning in the middle of the mountains?” She set her wine down and went to the door.

“Yes?” she said, then could only stare at the gorgeous man standing there. Thick hair the color of obsidian touched his broad shoulders. His face was fair, like her own, and was sculpted in perfect chiseled angles accented by a few days’ growth of dark beard. His deep brown eyes scanned her from head to toe.

Her heart fluttered and she felt her skin heat. Damn.

“It’s really late,” she said. “Can I help you?”

“I was just passing by and I saw your light. I wanted to make sure you were all right.” He held out his hand. “I’m Julian Ross.”

“Kira Cameron,” she said. “And I’m fine, thanks.”

“A woman living out here alone is a recipe for disaster.”

“I’m fully capable of taking care of myself.” If he only knew just how capable. “But thanks for your concern, Mr. Ross.”

“Julian. Please.”

“Okay. Julian. If you’ll excuse me…” She hesitated. Why was she trying to get rid of him? The moon was still full, and though her four hour escapade with Andre had sated her enough to regain her sanity, her body still craved more sex. “I’m sorry. That was rude of me. Would you like to come in? I have some Merlot open.”

Julian smiled, his full pink lips parting to reveal perfect white teeth. “I’d like that. Kira.”

Kira walked to the kitchen and came back with a second glass of Merlot. “Here you are.”

“Thank you.” His lips curved upward in a lazy grin, then took a sip of wine, his tongue snaking out to catch a drip in the corner of his mouth.

Heat crept up Kira’s arms to her neck. She cleared her throat. “Do you live around here?”

“I have a place about a mile from here. Small cabin, a lot like this one.”

“What are you doing out and about at this hour?”

“I work nights.”

“Oh. Doing what?”

“Writing.”

“Writing?” Kira arched her eyebrows. “Why would you have to do that at night?”

“It’s when I do my best work.” He smirked. “I don’t argue with my creative genius’s internal clock. I just finished a difficult scene and needed a break, so here I am.”

“I see. So you sleep days and write at night.”

“Something like that.” He took another sip of wine. “What do you do?”

“I’m an herbalist. I have a mail order business that I run from here.”

“Herbs, huh?” His grin spread across his face. “Interesting.” He set his wine down on her oak end table and trailed a finger across her bottom lip. “Are you married, Kira?”

Her pulse raced into overdrive. “N-no.”

“Engaged?”

“No.”

“Attached in any way?” His finger edged over her jaw line, then down the side of her neck, sending shivers through her.

“No,” she said. What the hell was going on? She had planned to seduce him. “A-are you?”

“No,” he said, his finger tracing the low neckline of her stretch cotton top. “And I’ve never been so very glad of that fact.” His gaze dropped to her breasts. “You’re very beautiful, Kira.”

“Th-thank you. You’re quite something yourself.”

“I was hoping you’d think so.”

A strange jolt of deja-vu shot through Kira’s body. “Have we met before?”

He smiled. “No, sweetheart.”

Sweetheart? “Hmm. It’s weirdest thing. I feel like…” Kira shook her head. “Don’t mind me. It’s late.” She giggled. “Or early.”

“Do you want to keep talking?”

What? “Uh, sure. I wasn’t planning to go back to bed.”

Julian gripped her shoulders, his dark gaze boring into hers. “Now that’s a shame, sweetheart, because you going back to bed was definitely part of my plan.”

Kira shuddered at the low, feral sound of his voice. “Oh?”

“Oh, yes, baby. And I’m going with you.”

Julian’s mouth dropped to hers, but stopped a hair’s breadth short of fusing to hers. “I’m going to fuck you tonight, Kira.” His whisper was a feathery caress against her lips. “I’m going to shove my cock deep inside your ruby red pussy and fuck you ‘til we both explode.”

Heat pooled between her legs, and she opened her mouth in a gasp. His tongue swept inside, tantalizing and demanding, as a low rumble echoed from him, vibrating against Kira’s sensitive lips. He kissed with a passion Kira had never encountered, his whole mouth devouring hers.

And she liked it. Oh, how she liked it.

Her tongue wandered out to meet his and he groaned again, sucking it into his mouth and nipping it. The inside of Kira’s mouth burned with his possession. She kissed him back savagely, carnally, her voice letting out little moans of desire. She gripped his strong, muscular shoulders, digging her nails into the fabric of his shirt. His tongue continued its assault on her, probing deeper and deeper. Kira’s heart thumped wildly against her sternum as she pushed her body into his, desperate for more of him.

She whimpered when he broke the kiss, but moaned in satisfaction when he nibbled his way across her upper lip, then her lower. “You taste like heaven, Kira,” he whispered against her chin. “Do you like my tongue in your mouth, baby?”

“God, yes.” Her breath came in rapid, shallow puffs against his cheek.

“Do you want my tongue on your pretty nipples? Inside your hot pussy?”

“Ah!” She gasped as he lifted her and ground his erection between her legs.

“Oh, yeah, baby. I love that sound you make.” He trailed moist kisses across her throat. “You’re going to make that sound for me again.” He nibbled at her pulse point, swirling his tongue on her hot skin.

“Ah!” she said again, and he swept her into his arms.

“Bedroom?” he groaned.

“Straight ahead.”

Kira heard Julian fumbling with the doorknob, then pushing the door open with his feet. Within seconds, she was lying on the bed, Julian on top of her, his tongue in her mouth again. As he kissed her, he pushed her shirt up, the touch of his hands scorching the sensitive skin of her belly. She felt him groping her breasts under her lace demi-bra.

“Beautiful. I want to see those gorgeous tits, baby. I want to kiss them. Suck them.”

“Ah!”

“God!” He ripped her bra open with a flick of his fingers. “You make me so fucking hot!”

Without preliminaries he latched onto a nipple, tugging at the flesh with his teeth. Kira arched into him, moaning, the tingles rippling from her nipple straight to her pussy. “Julian, God. Julian!”

He lifted his head, letting the nipple slide from his mouth. “You like that, sweetheart? You like when I suck your pretty nipples?”

“God, Julian, yes!”

He bent back to his work, licking her hardened bud while he squeezed the other between his fingers. Kira felt moisture drip between her legs. She squirmed. “Julian,” she said, her voice breathless. “Too many clothes.”

He released her nipple and grinned, his dark eyes scorching her. “I couldn’t agree more.” He helped her shed her clothes, then spread her legs.

“Julian. What about your clothes?”

“Yeah, yeah. Later, Kira. I have to taste your sweet cunt first.” His fingers feathered across her folds. “So wet, baby. Such a sweet, wet pussy. God, you’re pretty. This is the reddest pussy I’ve ever seen.”

Kira’s head flopped back and forth against the soft comforter. “Julian. You’re killing me. Please!”

He chuckled. “Please what?”

“Taste me. Suck me. Fuck me with your fingers. For God’s sake, do something!”

“Oh, I will, baby. I’m going to suck your pussy ‘til you scream.”

He slowly ran his tongue from her anus all the way to her clit. She shivered, her body aching for more. Then again, slowly.

“Julian!”

“Hmm?”

“I’m dying!”

“What a way to go, eh sweetheart?” He grinned lasciviously between her legs, his chin glistening with her juices. “Your pussy is so wet, and you taste like a tangerine dream. I want to savor you, baby. I want to suck all the honey out of your pussy and make you come against my face. Again and again. And then I’m going to fuck you ‘til the sun comes up.”

“Ah! God, Julian.” Kira panted. “The sun… The sun won’t be up for over two hours.”

His teeth glistened in the moonlight pouring in through her window. “What’s your point?”

“God.” Two hours of fucking this gorgeous man? She could live with that. “No point. Too. Much. Talking.”

“Agreed.” His tongue lapped at her folds, then his teeth pulled at them, nipping and biting.

“Ah! Julian!” His tongue felt like wet silk against her sensitive, swollen flesh. Each stroke sent shivers through her. When his lips closed around her clit and sucked hard, she jerked upward, her body arching and writhing.

“You’re close, baby. I can feel it.” His voice hummed against her thigh. “Come for me. Come in my mouth, sweetheart.”

His mouth clamped onto her clit once more and he thrust two fingers into her. Her walls clenched down as the climax took her, spiraling through her body like a tornado. “Ah! God, Julian! Yes!”

“That’s it, baby.” Julian’s husky voice hovered over her like a pearly fog as the spasms continued. “Take what you need. Take it from me.”

Slowly his fingers circled inside her, nursing her through the waves that kept coming. She moaned his name again and again. Gradually she became aware of him climbing forward, then his lips brushed against hers in the softest caress.

“Kiss me, sweetheart,” he said. “Taste yourself on me.” His lips smothered hers with demanding mastery. She gasped into his mouth, tasting the tang of her own juices on his lips, his tongue. Mixed with the dark sweetness of his mouth, it was intoxicating.

When he released her mouth, she heard him draw in a breath. “You’re so beautiful, Kira. So fucking beautiful and so hot. God, I want you. I want to bury my cock inside that creamy pussy and fuck you hard. So hard.” He covered her cheeks with wet kisses.

“Julian?”

More kisses. “Hmm?”

“You still have too many clothes on.”

She felt his lips curve against her cheek. “So I do.” He chuckled. “What do you propose we do about that?”

Kira let her natural strength take over, and she rolled to the side, pinning him beneath her. “I can take care of it.”

“You can, can you?” He filled his hands with her breasts, lightly thumbing her nipples.

Kira rubbed her pussy against the erection under his jeans. “Ah, Julian. You feel good against me.”

“I’ll feel better without the jeans.”

She laughed. “No doubt.” She pulled his shirt out of his waistband and shoved it upward and over his head. “Oh!” She couldn’t help gasping. His sculpted chest was lightly dusted with black hair, his nipples a succulent dark pink. Kira rested her hands on his pecs and relished the sleek hardness. He was beautifully formed. A masterpiece even.

“You like?” He winked.

“Oh, I like,” she said, then slithered her hips down onto his thighs to unsnap his jeans and slide them over his hips. His cock jutted forward, huge and inviting, a pearly drop of pre-cum glistening at its tip. She shuddered. “You’re beautiful, Julian. Can I taste you now?”

“Kira, sweetheart…” Julian’s dark eyes fluttered shut. “You never have to ask that question.”

Kira lowered her lips and took the tip of Julian’s cock into her mouth, lapping up the pre-cum, savoring its salty flavor. She swirled her tongue over his head, the smooth hardness like velvet against the inside of her mouth.

“God, Kira,” he said, panting. “Suck me. Yeah, just like that.”

Kira took the entire length of him into her mouth, the tip nudging the back of her throat, her nose buried in his black nest of curls.

“Damn,” he said. “Damn, Kira!”

She eased back, licking and nipping, then thrust her mouth onto him again, feeling the shudders of his body, knowing she was pleasing him.

“Kira, God. You’ve got to stop that. I don’t want to come yet. I want to…” His voice trailed off as she sucked him hard. “Ah, fuck, Kira!”

Before Kira knew what was happening, she was on her back, and Julian was fumbling in the pocket of his jeans. Kira heard the rip of a foil packet, then Julian was hovering over her, the head of his cock nudging against her still sensitive entrance.

“I’m going to fuck you now, sweetheart,” he said against her lips. “I’m going to sink my hard cock into your sweet cunt and fuck your brains out. You ready?”

God, was she. “Oh yeah. Fuck me. Fuck me now.”

With one sweet stroke he was inside her, stretching her, filling her.

“Oh, baby. That’s the tightest little pussy I’ve ever felt.” He pulled out, then thrust back into her. Hard. “Sweet and wet and red and tight.” Another thrust.

Kira’s body quaked as he plundered her. With each stroke he touched her more deeply, awakening sensitive tissues that she hadn’t known existed. She lifted her hips to urge him farther into her body.

“Yeah, sweetheart,” he said, gripping her buttocks and ramming into her. “Take me. Take me deep.”

“Ah! Julian!”

“God, I love those noises you make, Kira. Damn.” He thrust again, shattering her. “I can’t hold on much longer, baby. I’m…” He thrust again and reached between their sweat coated bodies and pinched her clit between his fingers.

“Ah! Julian, yes!” Kira’s muscles clenched in climax around his hard cock. She closed her eyes as the ripples shook through her.

“That’s it, baby. Come. Show me how much you love my big hard cock.” He thrust again. “I can make this spectacular, sweetheart. For both of us.” He pumped harder as Kira continued to rock through her orgasm. “Will you trust me, Kira? Will you trust me to make it great?”

He wanted her to trust him? What? In the midst of such an intense climax, Kira was sure she’d agree to anything. Her body was on fire.

“Trust me?” He said again, his cock sending shivers through every cell of her body with each thrust.

“Yes.” She inhaled sharply, the pleasure almost too intense to bear. “Yes, Julian. I trust you.”

“Oh God, baby.” Julian covered her mouth with his in a devouring kiss, then moved to her neck, trailing moist kisses along the way. His fingers dipped to her clit once more. Still on the edge of her climax, Kira began to soar again, and just when she thought she couldn’t go any higher, teeth pierced the tender flesh of her neck. She gasped at the stinging invasion, but the pain turned immediately to pleasure, and she felt Julian, his very essence, invade her mind and body.

“Stay with me.” Was that his voice? Or had he spoken in her mind? She was hurtling through a maze of intense sensation, a kaleidoscope of glittering colors and shapes, and Julian was with her, guiding her. Kira felt him convulse inside her. His body shook and the sheen of their sweat mixed together, creating a musky fragrance that was sweeter than anything Kira had ever smelled.

“That’s it, baby.” His voice again, or so she thought. “Let me in. Take all of me.”

When she finally spiraled downward, Julian was licking her neck. Then he took her mouth, clamping his lips onto hers as he milked the last traces of her orgasm from her pussy. He tasted darker, sweeter, spicier.

Still kissing her, Julian turned onto his side, curling her into the curve of his body. She snuggled against his muscled hardness.

“You’re wonderful, baby,” he said in her ear. “Now sleep for me.”

She brushed her lips against his neck and fell into peaceful slumber.

***

Julian’s heart slowed, the euphoric joining with Kira settling his body into a deep relaxation. Oh, she was beautiful. And sexy. An amazing and tender lover. Her pussy had gripped him so tightly, like she had been created to sheath him.

But all that paled in comparison to the intense joining when he’d taken her blood. Her true essence. Its zest had sated him like nothing he’d ever imagined. It was a potent, intoxicating concoction. One he wasn’t sure he could live without, now that he’d sampled it.

How he longed to stay, her body cradled in his arms. To wake up with her and make love to her again. And again.

But the sun would rise soon, within the hour. He had to leave. He disentangled himself from her gently, then left the bed and dressed.

She wouldn’t wake up for another several hours. The rapturous haze of her first blood sharing orgasm would keep her out cold. Julian had wanted to share himself with her fully, but now he felt a twinge of regret. If he hadn’t, he’d be able to say good bye now.

He brushed his lips lightly against hers. “Sleep well, beautiful Kira,” he whispered. “I’ll see you tonight.”

***

“Fucking full moon.”

Kira couldn’t believe she had slept the entire day away. She’d probably still be out if the moon hadn’t called. It had been some night. At least for her. Incredible sex with a gorgeous stud, and several orgasms, the last of which was the most mind blowing sensation she had ever experienced.

The jerk might have at least left a note. But no.

Kira headed to the bathroom for a quick shower, stopping at the mirror. Her long hair was in complete disarray, and her face was flushed with the look of a woman who had been well serviced. Well, she had been. She couldn’t deny it. Too bad he hadn’t stuck around.

As she turned on the faucet she noticed a couple of pink spots on her neck. Hmm. She smoothed her fingers over their slightly raised surface. Must have been some mosquitoes in the meadow last night.

She showered quickly, then dressed. By the time she had dried her hair, the full moon was shining brightly, and her itch was becoming unbearable. She walked to her closet and opened it.

“Time to go to work, Andre,” she said, pulling out the pink chair. She gathered her small fanny pack of supplies, then, lugging Andre along, she headed out into the woods behind her cabin.

The meadow, as usual, was beautiful under the full moon’s veil of sparkling light. She set Andre on the mossy grass, then pulled a small vial and a disposable syringe out of her fanny pack. She plunged the syringe into the rubber top of the vial and watched as the clear liquid filled the small tube.

“Kira?”

The husky voice surprised her, but she didn’t jump. She turned to see Julian striding toward her from the woods.

“Please tell me you’re an insulin dependent diabetic,” he said.

She held the needle poised above her upper arm. What was he doing here now? “No.”

“Then that’s a vitamin B-12 shot?”

“Wrong again.”

His face twisted into a frown.

Anger bubbled up into Kira. “You left without so much as a good-bye this morning,” she said hotly. “What does it matter to you if I’m a drug addict?”

“You were asleep.”

“I bet if you’d tried hard enough, you could have found a pen and paper. I’m not a writer like you, but I do keep them around.”

“I was in a hurry.”

“Of course.” She plunged the syringe into her flesh. No sting. No pain. She was used to it now.

“I don’t believe you’re a drug addict, sweetheart.”

“I don’t care what you believe,” she said. “Now if you’ll excuse me, you’re on my property, and I have…an engagement.”

“With that?” He nodded to the pink chair.

“None of your business.”

“Kira.” He moved close to her and took her hand. “Please tell me what you injected yourself with.”

The itch consumed her, traveling from her pussy out to every cell of her skin. His touch made it worse. And yet, better. She wanted him. God, she wanted him. But he wouldn’t be able to satisfy her tonight. “Sorry, Julian. I can’t tell you. You wouldn’t understand.”

“Try me.”

“No.”

“Please. Trust me.”

Trust me. His low, husky words echoed in her ear. He had uttered them last night, right before their mutual climax. The climax that had rocked her world.

“Fine,” she said, plunking her bottom onto the soft ground. “Sit.” She patted the grass beside her, and he sat down. “You’ll probably want to run screaming in several different directions after I tell you this, but first I need your promise of confidence.”

“I won’t run away from you,” Julian said, taking her hand and massaging it lightly. “I promise.”

His touch ignited her. Damn moon. “That’s not the promise I need.”

“Confidence. Yes, of course. You have it.”

Kira took a deep breath. “The substance in the syringe is an herbal extract that I mix myself. It…suppresses certain physiological responses.”

“I’m listening.”

“I carry a gene. An ancient one. It causes me to…” She cleared her throat. Could she really tell him her secret? She looked into his dark eyes. She saw desire. But she also saw concern. And…love? “Julian…”

He leaned forward and brushed his lips over hers. “I’m not going anywhere, Kira. Tell me.”

“I’m a shifter, Julian. A wolf.” She closed her eyes and winced, then opened them. He was still there, smiling. “You’re not running.”

“No. I promised you I wouldn’t.”

“I just told you I’m a werewolf. You should be screaming and running a hundred miles an hour.”

He chuckled. “I’m not going to run away. I want to be with you.”

“Excuse me?” Her pulse fluttered in her throat.

“You heard me. Now tell me the rest.”

She willed her voice not to stammer. “I can control the change, but I can’t control other aspects of my body. The full moon triggers my reproductive cycle. My body goes into heat, and I must mate under the moon to satisfy the drive.”

“Is that all? Why didn’t you tell me? I’d be happy to offer my services.” He laughed, feathering his fingers over her arms. She shivered.

“It’s not that simple, Julian. I have to copulate for three, sometimes four hours, before the urge goes away. No man has ever been able to last that long. And I don’t like the idea of multiple men, one after the other. So I found an alternative.”

He chuckled. “Hence the chair.”

“Yeah.” She felt herself redden. “I call him Andre.”

Julian smiled, but then turned serious. “Kira, you said the injection suppresses certain physiological responses.”

“Yeah. My…pheromones. I give them off in concentrated super strength. If I didn’t suppress them, every human and wolf male within a ten mile radius would respond. I-I don’t want that, obviously.” She let out a shaky laugh.

“Ah. That explains why I couldn’t track your scent last night.”

“What?” Kira jerked backward. “You were here last night?”

“Oh yes, sweetheart.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “But only for about ten minutes. I only saw the end of your escapade.”

“You’re a fucking voyeur!”

“No. I’m really not. But I watched you, and I don’t regret it. I couldn’t help myself. You were so beautiful. And so hot. I knew we would be amazing together.”

“How did you find me?”

“I caught your scent after you left.”

“But the injection should have…”

“My sense of smell is a bit stronger than average, you might say.”

“Why is that?”

“Trust me?”

“Julian, I’ve just poured out my innermost secret to you. Of course I trust you.”

He smiled, his teeth glistening in the moonlight. Suddenly his eye teeth began to grow. Kira’s hands flew to her mouth. A vampire? Julian was a vampire? She slowly trailed the fingers of one hand from her mouth to her neck. “You bit me, didn’t you?”

“Yes, sweetheart.” He closed his eyes and the muscles of his face softened into a serene glow as he sighed. “It was wonderful, and I’m deeply grateful for your trust. Thank you for sharing yourself with me.”

“But…” She should be angry. Madder than hell, even. But she couldn’t bring the emotion to the surface. She had given him her trust, and he hadn’t harmed her. No. Instead he had given her the most incredible orgasm she had ever experienced. They had bonded on levels she hadn’t known existed.

He opened his eyes and gazed into hers. “We’re right together, aren’t we?”

“Yes, but…”

“But what?”

“You don’t understand, Julian. My drive is…calling me. I have to… Fuck. I have to fuck. Now.”

“I think I can accommodate you, baby.”

“No. No human male can handle what I need.”

His lips curved upward revealing his still elongated fangs. God, he was gorgeous, even with vampire teeth. Especially with vampire teeth. He oozed charm and sex appeal. “Need I remind you, love, I’m not human.”

Kira grinned, then giggled. “Okay. Let’s try it. But no foreplay. I need your cock and I need it now.”

“Oh, baby.” He smiled, then lifted her shirt over her head. “I may not be human, but I’m still a male, and those are mighty sweet words.”

Kira ripped at his shirt, then his jeans. “Condom? I’m extremely fertile.”

“Yeah. In my pocket.” He scavenged through the rumpled clothes and quickly sheathed himself.

Kira lay naked on the soft grass, the moon shining down on her. For once she wasn’t filled with resentment. Instead of the smirking globe she usually saw, the bright yellow ball seemed to smile knowingly. “Now, Julian. Now.”

“Yeah, baby. I’ve got you.” He lowered himself over her body and thrust inside her.

“Ah! Julian, I am so ready for this.”

“Me, too, baby. Me too.”

He plunged into her and she came in heady convulsions.

“Already, love? Damn, I’m good.”

She swatted his arm affectionately. “It’s the moon, Julian. I’m going to come a lot. I mean a lot. But you don’t get to come ‘til the end. You still want to do this?”

“More than I want to breathe, I think.” He thrust into her again, and her pussy clenched around him. She felt him on her skin, in her belly, in her very marrow. This man touched her in so many ways.

She shivered and shook as another climax took her, and she grabbed the cheeks of his ass, pulling him closer to her core and moaning his name.

“God, you’re so beautiful when you come,” he said, slowing his strokes.

He turned her over and took her from behind, squeezing her breasts as he pumped. His balls slapped her clit with each thrust, and she shattered again.

Next she straddled him, taking him as deep as she could into her body. He plucked at her hard nipples, then laced his fingers through her hair.

“You’re so fucking beautiful. Ride me baby.” His sexy voice trickled over her like a fine Bordeaux. “Take what you need. I’m here.”

“Fuck me, Julian,” she heard herself say. “Fuck me hard. Fuck me all night long.”

“Yeah, baby. I’ll fuck you.” He thrust upward, hitting the edge of her womb. She leaped into nirvana.

For the next two hours they made love. Spooning. Standing. Both of them kneeling as they tasted each other’s mouths in searing kisses that left them breathless. Kira’s animal urges took over her body and she fucked Julian with a carnal passion that she had never used on any other man.

“Kira, sweetheart, your pussy is so tight. So fucking tight. So wet for me. God, how you hold my cock. So hot.” He continued to slam into her.

With one last scalding climax, Kira finally felt herself begin to cool. She rolled onto her back, pulling Julian on top of her. He gentled his rhythm, taking more shallow thrusts, trailing moist kisses along lower lip, her jaw line, then her neck.

“All right, sweetheart?”

“Ah, yes, Julian. Yes. I’m more than all right. I’m wonderful now.”

He chuckled against her neck, his breath a sweet tickle. “You said it would take three or four hours.”

She giggled. “I guess you’re better than Andre.”

“Then I can finish?”

“Yes. Please.”

He sucked at the sensitive flesh beneath her ear. “Will you share your blood with me again, sweetheart?”

“God, yes, Julian. Always.”

She groaned as he swept her hair off her neck then pierced her flesh with his teeth. The stinging pain morphed into the familiar sensation of joining to his mind, his soul. “Let me love you, Kira,” he said silently. “Let me give you all of me.”

“Yes,” she whispered against his neck, then she whirled into the rainbow of sparkling colors and sensations. The soft tugs of Julian’s mouth on her flesh scorched her. Her whole body throbbed, her blood boiling as it coursed through her veins. “Julian!” she cried. “My God, Julian!”

When the waves of nirvana rolled to a stop, she felt Julian’s soft tongue licking at the wound he’d made. Then his smile against her sensitive skin.

“All right, love?”

“Perfect.” She sighed, her body floating in relaxation.

He lifted his head and smiled at her, the tinge of her blood on his lips an erotic sight. “I’m available every month, you know.”

“Only every month?”

“Okay, every night.”

She captured his lips with hers, tasting the metallic tang of her own blood mixed with his dark spiciness. “Mmm. Then every night it is.” She rolled over and straddled him. “I guess I can get rid of him.” She gestured to Andre.

“Oh, I don’t know.” Julian winked. “I think we might be able to find some use for him.”

Then he pulled her down to his mouth and kissed her senseless.

Wicked Construction
by:
Robyn Michaels
All Rights Reserved
Copyright © 2008 Robyn Michaels

Wicked Diary was the topic of conversation at every table in Sensations, the small bistro where Lauren and Josie were enjoying their weekly luncheon. The store that was the subject of so much discussion was located across the parking lot. It had opened a few days earlier and foot traffic was still fairly light. It wasn’t immediately obvious from the exterior of the building that the shop sold sex toys. The front window was nearly opaque with only the store’s name stenciled in lovely indigo gothic letters. The door was made of the same opaque glass with the name etched into it. The brick façade was just like the rest of the strip mall surrounding it. It was all very classy and discreet. While everyone in town might be curious about the store with such a delightfully naughty name, they were extremely cautious about being seen entering the new shop. The small town gossips would have a field day with those individuals brave enough to set foot inside.

“Can you believe that one of those stores opened in Eatonville?” Josie took a bite of her chicken salad sandwich but continued speaking before Lauren had a chance to respond. “I mean, it’s not like they can expect that much business in this little backwater ‘burb after all. Get real. The people in this town are so behind the times, I’d be surprised if most knew what kind of store Wicked Diary really is.”

“I don’t know. We might be surprised at who decides to shop there.” Lauren carefully kept her gaze centered on the bowl of steaming vegetable soup she was stirring, refusing to look at her friend in case she noticed the desires Lauren was hiding. The store with its naughty wares was definitely tempting Lauren to take a walk on the wild side.

Josie’s unladylike snort caused Lauren to look up at her oldest and best friend’s face. “Yeah, right, I can just see old Mr. Preston buying a big purple butt plug for the missus.” She snorted again. “Next you’ll be telling me you plan to stop in there and pick up…” Josie’s voice trailed off momentarily when she caught the uncomfortable look on Lauren’s face. “Oh my God, Lauren, you do want to!” Josie’s voice, while never soft, was suddenly loud enough to attract the attention of the other restaurant patrons. “I can’t believe it.”

“Would you lower your voice?” Squaring her shoulders, Lauren looked at her friend with what she hoped was a determined expression. “And, anyway, why not me?”

“Helloooo! Do you even know what they sell in that place?” Josie rolled her eyes, picked up a fry and popped it in her mouth before continuing, “Sex toys, Lauren. They sell all types of sex toys.”

“I know that. Sheesh, I’m not an idiot.” She sighed. “I may not be as worldly as you but I know about stuff like that. I’ve read about the different types of, um, toys in my erotic romances.”

“Yeah, but have you ever touched one?” She wiggled her eyebrows at her friend and chuckled at Lauren’s deepening blush. “Yeah, I didn’t think so.”

“I just thought I’d go look around.” Lauren nervously broke off a small piece of her whole-wheat roll and dropped it into her soup before continuing. “I’m not looking for anything in particular, just curious.” She scooped the piece of bread out of her soup and raised the spoon to her lips. “It’s not a crime, you know.” She sighed and ate her soup.

“I didn’t say it was. I just can’t imagine you strolling around in there and looking over the different display items. It kind of boggles the mind is all.” Josie popped another fry in her mouth and took her time chewing it. “Okay, when do you want to go?”

Lauren choked on the mouthful of soup that she had just eaten. “Wh-what?” She grabbed her napkin to cover her coughing fit, glad that she was nearly finished with her meal since she knew she’d not be able to eat another bite.

“Well, if you’re going in there, I’m not letting you go in alone.” Josie nodded at Lauren. “You’ll need someone who knows what’s what. I’m the girl for that.”

“I don’t need a babysitter, Jo.”

“I know that. Maybe I just want to get a look inside too.” Josie cocked her head to the side, wiggled her eyebrows, and glanced past Lauren to look at the front of the store in question. “After all, all of my previous shopping has been done online. I might want to get my hands on a few of the things I’ve just seen pictures of before. So, when do you want to do this?” The wicked grin accompanying Josie’s comments was enough to convince Lauren there was no way of discouraging her friend from accompanying her on this particular field trip.

“Um, what about today…after work?” Lauren’s blush deepened further as she swirled the remains of her soup around the bottom of her bowl. “I’d think tomorrow would be crowded with people, um, you know, wanting to get their purchases for the weekend, but tonight shouldn’t be that bad.”

“Alright, today after work it is. I’ll come by your office when I get off and we’ll head over from there.” Josie took a last drink of her iced tea, placed her napkin on the table and signaled for the waitress to bring them the check. “I guess it’s time to head back. We don’t want to have to work overtime tonight.”

She winked as she spoke.

* * * *

Five o’clock, finally, Lauren thought as she began shutting down her computer for the day. The butterflies in her stomach threatened to take flight again. She’d been wavering between calling Josie and canceling their after-hours appointment and convincing herself that she was looking forward to their little expedition. Each time she was certain it was a good idea, the butterflies would break out of their cage and threaten to send her screaming to the restroom in a panic. Geez, it’s not as if I’m the first person to go into a sex toy store.

Lauren rolled her eyes at herself as she grabbed her purse from the bottom drawer and set it on top of her desk.

Knowing that Josie would be here any minute, Lauren headed to the far end of the large reception area. She knocked lightly on the closed door, only opening it after hearing her boss’ muttered, “Yes?”

“It’s five o’clock and I’m heading out,” she said as she stepped into the room. “I just wanted to let you know that you’re the last one here.”

“Damn.” He raked a hand through his too-long sandy blonde hair and looked up from his paperwork. “It can’t be five already. I still have two more bids to put together before I head out.” He glanced at her with the most beautiful azure colored eyes that Lauren had ever seen. His grin was genuine and infectious as he added, “Ah, the price of being boss.”

Jace Cavanaugh was the managing partner of Cavanaugh & Jackson General Contracting, and, in Lauren’s opinion, the main reason for the continued success of the business. His partner, Chaz Jackson, was too busy schmoozing, wining and dining all the big wigs in town to spend his evenings in the office putting together bid packages. Lauren had never understood why Jace let Chaz get away with all the crap that he did. Jace was much too easy on his wayward partner.

“Better you than me.” Lauren chuckled when Jace flashed an exaggerated grimace. “Well, I’m gonna head out. Don’t stay too late. Remember, you have to be on the Cooper job site at six thirty in the morning. Mr. Cooper wants that house built before he leaves town next month.”

“Don’t remind me.” He groaned, leaning forward and bracing his chin on his palm as he watched Lauren intently. “The rush jobs are killers. I know he has another store opening in Texas and wants the manager’s house finished before he has to head out. But, damn, it’s going to be close.” Sighing deeply, he leaned back in the chair, never looking away from her face.

The intensity of his gaze made her nervous. She was afraid that Jace would see inside and know that she was picturing him without any clothes. Knowing the danger of that train of thought, Lauren decided it was time to leave. “Well, I’d better-” She didn’t have a chance to finish the thought because just as she was turning to leave Jace’s office, she heard the outer door open and Josie’s voice pealed through the rooms.

“Hey, Lauren, are you ready to get wicked?” This suggestive comment was followed by Josie’s hooting laughter.

All the blood drained from Lauren’s face when she realized that Jace had clearly heard Josie’s question. Oh, hell, half the building probably heard her. Lauren’s blood rushed back to stain her cheeks and neck with yet another blush in a day filled with them. One of the biggest problems with having red hair and pale skin was the damn blushes. There was no way anyone would miss her embarrassment, least of all her very observant boss. Currently, her sexy as sin boss was staring at her with a confused expression.

“Lauren?” Another strident call from her soon-to-be dead friend. “Come on, it’s time to go-o!”

Leaning out the door, she said loudly, “I’ll be right there. I’m just saying goodnight to My Boss.” She put a heavy emphasis on the last two words to keep Josie from blurting out some other highly inappropriate comment. Swinging back to look at Jace, she managed what she was sure was a completely lame smile before saying, “Well, good night. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Are you okay?” He stood up behind his desk as if he intended to walk toward her. “What’s going on?” His faded blue jeans and button-down chambray shirt showcased his muscular body to perfection and Lauren couldn’t keep from raking her gaze over him.

“Oh, nothing, really. You know how crazy Josie is. Just ignore her.” Lauren knew she was babbling but couldn’t stop the words any more than she could stop waving her arms around like a lunatic. “Anyway, we’ll get out of your hair. Good night.” She stepped out and closed the door before he could ask any other questions that she couldn’t, no, that she wouldn’t, answer.

Striding across the room, she grabbed Josie by the arm and, in an angry whisper, hissed, “Did you have to come in here yelling at the top of your lungs? Damn it, Jace is still here. He’s in there right now wondering what the hell you were talking about.” She let go of her friend and covered her still red face with both hands. “What if he had figured out where we’re going? Huh? I would not be able to come back to work if he knew that we were going to Wicked Diary.” She dropped her arms to her sides and groaned softly.

“Are you through?” Josie quirked an eyebrow. “Now, first of all, how in the world would he figure out where we’re going by my question? If anything, he probably thinks we’re going out to a party or something.” She threw her hands up in frustration. “Secondly we’re not doing anything wrong. We’re just going shopping. So what if it’s a sex toy shop? Who cares?”

“I know. I know. It’s just that, well, it’s Jace. My boss. Someone I have to see every single day.” Lauren had harbored a secret desire for her handsome boss since the day she’d interviewed for her job. Not that she ever expected anything to come of it. She’d seen the type of women Jace dated - petite blondes with big chests. She was neither petite, nor blonde. As for the chest, well, she could compete in that area and probably win any contest. However, in the thirteen months she’d worked for him, she’d never seen Jace with a tall redhead. Not once. Lately, though, she hadn’t seen him with any woman. She still wasn’t going to hold her breath that she’d be the first redhead he finally took notice of.

“Well, are you ready to hit Wicked Diary yet?” Josie had her fists planted firmly on her hips and her head cocked to the side, looking at Lauren intently.

“Yeah, I guess so. May as well get it over with.” She grimaced, “I never should have mentioned going there. I know better.”

Lauren picked her purse up off the desk and slid the strap over her shoulder with an audible sigh.

Josie grinned. “Yeah, you should have known better.” She grabbed Lauren’s arm and pulled her toward the door. “What exactly are you looking to buy tonight? A rabbit? A flogger? Oh, oh, I know! You’re gonna buy one of those pink blow up chairs with a great big dildo in the center, aren’t you?” Josie’s laughter drowned out Lauren’s emphatic denial as she pulled the door shut behind them.

Neither Josie nor Lauren noticed Jace standing at the partially open office door watching and listening so intently. His smile was truly sinful as he considered the conversation he’d just eavesdropped on as well as the possibilities it presented. Maybe, just maybe, he’d break through that wall surrounding his assistant’s heart with a little help from Cavanaugh & Jackson’s newest client, C. S. Cooper, and his store Wicked Diary. Stepping back to his desk, Jace picked up the phone and made a call that would change his life - maybe forever.

* * * * *

The interior of the shop wasn’t anything like Lauren expected it to be. Having never been inside an adult toy store, she had prepared herself for something slightly sleazy or smarmy. However, stepping into Wicked Diary was like walking into a high-end boutique, very classy and elegant.

The displays were understated but showcased a variety of similar items on each black and silver silk covered table. Tall freestanding Chinese screens separated various sections of the store, allowing a modicum of privacy for the customers. Tapestries depicting couples in various erotic poses adorned the walls. Soft, seductive music floated from hidden speakers and patchouli scented the air.

“Wow, can you believe this place?” Lauren couldn’t quit staring at the unexpected surroundings. She knew she probably had a wide-eyed innocent expression on her face but could do nothing to change it. She was literally shocked by the looks of the place.

“I know. Isn’t it wonderful?” Josie didn’t appear the least bit shocked at the décor or the displays. Her bright smile held a hint of mischief as she turned to look from one table to another. She grabbed Lauren’s arm and began steering her around the various sections of the store, picking up a red leather flogger one minute and a humongous, no-freaking-way-is-that-going-anywhere-near-me butt plug the next. Josie was like a butterfly flitting from flower to flower; only the flowers she was visiting were of the particularly naughty variety.

Lauren trailed in her wake, nodding or shaking her head in response to Josie’s animated commentary where appropriate. The other customers either ignored the two women or seemed amused by them. One man in particular seemed to hover close by when Josie made her most scandalous comments, causing Lauren to blush from head to toe.

He was a handsome man, apparently in his mid thirties, with short black hair, storm grey eyes and a nose that looked like it had been broken on at least one occasion. The dark grey dress shirt he was wearing accentuated his broad shoulders. His narrow hips, muscular thighs and taut ass were emphasized by his black slacks. His outfit gave him the look of a fallen angel visiting Earth to do some major league sinning. The amused looks he sent their way did nothing to detract from his allure.

“So, what do you think of that walking hunk of sex over there?” Josie’s whispered words jolted Lauren from her eerily similar thoughts.

“Not bad. Not really my type though.” She looked at the purple vibrator Josie was absently holding in her hands instead of glancing over at the subject of their conversation.

“Honey, he’s every woman’s type. Who do you think you’re kiddin’?” Josie rolled her eyes before adding, “If not him, then who’s your type?”

“Oh, I don’t know.” Lauren wasn’t about to share the details of her crush on her gorgeous boss. She carelessly picked up a display item off the nearest table. Looking down at the object in her hands, she blushed furiously before dropping the sting of anal beads back onto the satin cloth.

“Well, he’s my type and I’m not going to let an opportunity like him pass me by without at least giving it a shot.” Josie laid the vibrator back on the table, winked at her companion and headed in the dark angel’s direction.

Lauren shook her head and chuckled under her breath. She should have known that Josie wouldn’t let a man like that go to waste. After deciding to do a little more exploring, Lauren made her way toward the back of the store. There were few customers in the section housing the various erotic romances and how-to books for sale. She picked out a couple of books from one of the larger romance publishers before wandering to the clothing section.

The wide array of corsets, costumes and lingerie were mind-boggling. A beautiful black velvet corset trimmed in ivory lace immediately caught her eye. It was the only one of its kind on the display. She plucked the hanger it was on from the rack and held it up for closer inspection. Amazingly, it was the perfect size. Unfortunately, the price was just a bit out of her budget. Okay, it was actually a lot over of her budget. Sighing deeply, she carefully placed the lovely corset back on the rack before moving to another less tempting section of the store.

* * * * *

Jace watched the security feed of the store’s sales floor from the comfort of C. S. Cooper’s office. Luckily, the store’s cameras were top of the line and provided a clear picture of every corner of Wicked Diary. He’d come in through the delivery entrance thanks to his earlier phone conversation with Cooper after Lauren and her friend had left his office. He had just barely beaten the two women to the store, slipping into Cooper’s office right before the women walked through the front door. Cooper had gone out on the sales floor leaving Jace alone with the security monitors and his silent musings.

His gaze was focused entirely on the woman who had haunted his dreams for months. He made a mental note to buy the corset that she’d looked at with such longing. The lovely garment would accentuate her tall, lithe frame to perfection. His imagination raced into overdrive picturing the alluring red-haired beauty decked out in the item in question, before he stripped her bare and laid her out on his bed. He imagined her writhing in pleasure as he brought her to orgasm over and over again as he claimed her for his own. His cock, already stiff as a board, threatened to rip through his jeans merely from the pictures conjured by his lusty thoughts. He adjusted himself self-consciously even though he was alone in the luxurious office.

As he continued to watch Lauren make her way through the various sections of the store, his mind was going over plans for the rest of the evening. Once she left Wicked Diary, Jace planned to purchase a few items, including the sexy corset.

He would then pick up the food he’d ordered from the Imperial Garden Chinese restaurant. She loved Chinese food and often went to the Imperial Garden on her lunch hour. He knew this because of the take-out containers she’d brought back with her on many occasions. Lucky for him, the restaurant manager knew all of her favorites and was happy to pass that knowledge on to him.

From the restaurant, he would go to her apartment, which was located in a complex of duplexes not far from the office. He knew them well since his firm had built those apartments several years ago.

Once he reached his destination, food and gifts in hand, he would be playing it by ear. Although he suspected that Lauren thought of him as more than her boss, he wasn’t entirely sure she was as interested in him as he was in her. He knew they were friends. Now, he wanted the benefits that went with being more than friends. However, he didn’t want to scare her off or make her feel like her job depended on what happened between them. Tonight would be like walking through a potential minefield. The rewards were well worth the risks if it meant he would end up in Lauren’s bed. Leaning back in Cooper’s comfortable chair, he raked his left hand through his hair while his right hand absently rubbed the erection pressing painfully against his zipper. If he didn’t get some relief soon, there’d be a permanent zipper pattern imprinted on his dick.

A scene on one of the screens caught his attention. Cooper and Lauren were side by side peering up at one of the tapestries on the wall. Unfortunately, the camera angle didn’t allow Jace to see the details of the tapestry. It looked like Lauren was enjoying her conversation with the owner of Wicked Diary. Jealousy immediately reared its ugly head. Even though he knew Cooper was aware of his feelings for Lauren, Jace could barely restrain himself from stomping out and grabbing the other man away from his woman. If he did that, it would defeat the purpose for his stealth in being here in the first place. Tamping down on the unaccustomed emotion, he watched as Lauren laughed at something Cooper was saying.

Stay focused. Eyes on the prize. He’s not after Lauren. Maybe if he kept repeating that mantra, Jace would begin to believe it. He’s not after Lauren. Stay focused…

* * * * *

The darkly handsome owner of Wicked Diary dazzled Lauren. C. S. Cooper was one sexy male, even more so here in his own store than he had been at Cavanaugh & Jackson’s office last month. Charming and attentive, the man was a walking, talking sexual fantasy. Too bad, he wasn’t a blonde-haired, blue-eyed construction company owner. She sighed inwardly while outwardly laughing at Cooper’s tale about the designer of the risqué tapestry she’d been admiring.

“Supposedly, this tapestry is based on a very famous painting created by a nun who lived in an Italian convent. Apparently, this particular nun had a very vivid imagination.” He wiggled his eyebrows at Lauren suggestively causing her to snigger. “Her artwork is famous throughout Europe for being some of the most erotic images to come from Italy in the eighteenth century.” His chuckle and smile were decidedly mischievous. “I can honestly say that I don’t know if the painter was really a nun, but it’s pretty obvious that she, or he, was a fan of Peter Paul Rubens’ later work. Just look at the curves and lush details on the brunette laying on the chaise. The man kneeling between her thighs is also very similar to some of Rubens’ subjects.”

“It’s definitely a lovely piece.” Lauren focused on the tapestry instead of the man beside her. “But, then all of these tapestries are gorgeous, as well as unique. I don’t recognize any of the artworks they’re based on.”

Before Cooper could respond, Josie walked up behind Lauren and tapped her on the arm. “Aren’t you going to introduce me to your friend?” The lusty glint in Josie’s eyes was obviously related to Cooper’s presence.

“Oh, Josie, I didn’t realize you were back there.” Lauren nodded to Cooper, “Mr. Cooper, this is my friend Josie Ballard. Josie, this is C. S. Cooper. He owns Wicked Diary.”

“Please, ladies, call me Cooper.” He reached out and clasped Josie’s much smaller hand in greeting. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Ms. Ballard. I was just telling Lauren about the various tapestries adorning our walls.”

“Josie, please.” Josie batted her eyelashes and smiled at Cooper before turning to Lauren. “Have you decided what you’re getting?”

“Um, no, not really. I found a couple of books.” Lauren found herself blushing yet again as she held up the books for Josie to see. “I was, uh, really mostly just looking to see what all was available before making a decision.”

“Well, I’ve got what I was looking for and, since it’s getting rather busy, I thought it was about time we headed out.” Josie was holding a large rectangular package with a picture of a white rabbit on the front, with a clear cellophane opening highlighting the large red vibrator inside. Dangling by a cord from her wrist was a flogger that looked like it was made from butter-soft tan leather attached to a sturdy oak handle. She was also carrying a large bottle of lubricant, apparently strawberry flavored if the picture on the bottle could be believed.

“Oh, okay, we can go if you’re ready. I, um, can come back another time.” Lauren’s blush deepened as she turned to face Cooper. “It was nice seeing you again Cooper. Also, thank you for the art lesson. It was fascinating. I’ll have to look up some of the work of that nun you mentioned, along with Rubens.”

Cooper flashed a warm smile at her, “Well, now, if you have any questions about art, or anything else, please come back. I’m always thrilled to have such lovely ladies gracing my store.” He turned his attention to Josie, “It’s been a pleasure Josie. Please do come back to Wicked Diary any time.”

“I will.” Josie was clearly enamored with Cooper’s gracious manner, as well as his handsome face.

Cooper turned and strolled away. Josie didn’t take her eyes off the man’s tight ass until he’d disappeared around one of the privacy screens. She turned to Lauren with a smirk, “So, that’s your type, huh?”

“What? No, Cooper is a client.” Lauren stammered out. “We’re building a house for him in that new subdivision on the edge of town. Apparently, as a perk for managing one of Cooper’s chain of Wicked Diary stores, he provides the manager with a house.”

“Well, I wondered how you knew the owner of the store, since you said you’d never been here before.” The expression on Josie’s face was one of amusement. It was apparent that she was enjoying Lauren’s discomfort at the unusual situation.

“By the way, how’d it go with the hunk?” Lauren’s change of subject was apparent.

“Not too bad.” Josie’s grin was decidedly wicked. “Turns out, the hunk is the manager here.”

“So, I’m guessing you’ll be coming back frequently.”

Josie smiled and nodded before moving on to the next table displaying a variety of sensual massage oils. Lauren picked up a bottle of patchouli-scented oil to match the scent of the soap she used.

After several more minutes of browsing, Josie latched onto Lauren’s elbow, “Come on girlfriend. Time to go.” She steered Lauren to the checkout counter located in the middle of the busy store where they each paid for their purchases before calling it a night and heading home.

* * * * *

By the time Lauren made it to her apartment, it was nearly seven thirty. Although she was tired and hungry, she decided to take a shower to help her relax before doing anything else. She turned on the water in the bathtub before stripping out of her work clothes and placing them in the corner hamper. Stepping under the warm spray, she sighed deeply as the heat penetrated her aching neck muscles. Embarrassment always made her shoulders tighten and, heaven knows, she’d been plenty embarrassed today.

She reached for her favorite patchouli soap and began to lather up her purple poof. The scent reminded her of her earlier visit to Wicked Diary and the massage oil she’d purchased. She also thought of the lovely corset she’d seen. She considered taking some money from her emergency fund to buy it for herself. It’s not like anyone else would ever see it. It had been more than a year since her last lover and there were no prospects in sight since she was so focused on her unreachable boss. She groaned aloud as she thought of all the things she would like to do with the sexy Jace Cavanaugh.

Falling in love with him had definitely not been the smartest thing she’d ever done; but it had been impossible to avoid. While she freely admitted to herself that his good looks caught her attention first thing, his soft heart sealed her fate. When the local animal shelter had suffered a huge loss in a recent fire, he’d volunteered one of his work crews to rebuild the kennel area that was destroyed. Not only did his company provide the manpower to do the work, Jace himself had paid for the materials out of his own pocket for the project. Having a soft heart herself when it came to animals, that simple act of generosity pushed her from merely lusting after her boss to falling head over heels in love with him.

Rubbing her hand down the slope of her belly, she imagined that it was Jace’s hand slowly making its way toward her pussy and the hard button just begging for his attention. Her fingers parted her swollen labia and encountered a moistness that had nothing to do with the water beating down on her from the showerhead. She leaned against the cool tile wall as she swirled her fingertips over her clit causing a bolt of lust to spike through her body. The circular motion of her fingers quickly began building toward orgasm as she held her breath, rubbing around and around her clit, before plunging two fingers deeply into her channel. Her fingers flew, rubbing and plunging, rubbing and plunging, faster and faster. All the while, she pictured his handsome face watching her as his hands brought her closer to completion with each touch.

Almost there, Jace, almost…there…

The ringing doorbell shattered her concentration, caused her to jerk her hand from where it nestled and hurled her back to the reality of her lonely shower. “Damn it!” She quickly rinsed her hand under the steamy water before turning it off.

She took a towel from the rack beside the sink and vigorously began drying herself off as she stepped from the tub. The doorbell rang again, followed by a muffled knock. She grabbed a second towel, bent over and wrapped the towel around her wet hair like a turban.

“Who in the hell could that be at eight o’clock on a Thursday night?” Grabbing her dark blue terrycloth robe from the back of the bathroom door, she jerked it on as she walked through her bedroom. The doorbell rang again.

“Okay, okay, I’m coming.” She hollered as she quickly walked through her living room. This was one of the times Lauren wished her door had a peephole. She turned the deadbolt and unlocked the door before slowly cracking it open, leaving the security chain latched. One glance at her visitor caused her to gasp before hurriedly closing the door in his face.

“Lauren?” Jace’s muffled voice sounded through the barrier. “Aren’t you going to let me in?”

“Um, no.” She leaned back against the door trying to catch her breath. “What do you want?”

“To come in.” She heard the laughter in his voice. “Come on, Lauren. Let me in. I have Chinese, beef with water chestnuts and snow peas, Moo Goo Gai Pan, and extra eggrolls with duck sauce.”

She groaned. Damn, the man had her favorites. Sighing, she slid the chain back and opened the door. “Well, I guess you can come in then.”

He chuckled.

She saw the bag from Imperial Garden in his hands, as well as another bag whose logo she couldn’t read. She stepped to the side and motioned him into her apartment.

“Um, just set it on the table over there and make yourself comfortable while I go change into something… uh… less comfortable.”

“Don’t change on my account.” Jace’s smile was anything but innocent as he raked his gaze over her robe-covered form. “You look just fine to me.” He winked.

Lauren blushed for the umpteenth time that day. “Well, I need to do something with my hair before it dries.” She waved a hand negligently toward her turban-covered head. “Let me comb it out and I’ll be right out and you can tell me what this is all about.”

Lauren hurried from the room as Jace walked toward the table sitting next to the patio doors. Taking the towel off her head as she raced into the bathroom, she grabbed her brush and started brushing out the tangles created by the turban. What in the world is Jace Cavanaugh doing in my apartment? And why would he bring my favorite foods?

After taming her unruly hair into long waves, she rummaged through her drawers until she found her favorite set of matching underwear. The red lace bra and panties were sexy without being obvious yet were comfortable enough for everyday wear. Not that Jace would be getting a look at her underwear.

She slipped her black silk lounging pajamas on over that. It was too late to get fully dressed after all. Her choice had nothing to do with the sexy man in her living room. Glancing at her reflection, she silently mused that she didn’t look half bad for a tall, overly endowed redhead. The black silk made her skin look like fine alabaster and her hair, though still damp, shone with vibrant health as it hung loosely about her shoulders. Running the brush through it once more, she took a deep breath to steel herself to face the powerful temptation in her living room.

Okay, Lauren, this is it. Get your butt out there and find out what’s going on. You can resist temptation. It’s probably just something to do with the office. After all, he was working on bids when you left for the day. Finally able to leave the bedroom, she squared her shoulders and opened the door.

She stepped out to a scene obviously set for seduction.

* * * * *

Jace watched Lauren close what he assumed to be her bedroom door before setting down his bags of goodies. First things first. He slid the bag from Wicked Diary under the table, logo side down, near the chair that he would occupy when they ate. Next, he unpacked the delicious smelling food from the Imperial Garden. The owner assured him that these were her favorite dishes, especially the eggrolls. The scents made his stomach rumble in anticipation. Now, all they needed were plates, glasses and a nice bottle of wine. He grumbled to himself about not thinking ahead. With any luck, she would have something suitable for the meal.

Glancing around the living room, Jace noticed strategically placed candles. He walked around the room and lit them with the matches he found lying on the mantle. The flickering flames produced a decidedly intimate feel in the room. He muted the lights so that there was just a soft glow coming from the recessed ceiling lights to supplement the glowing candlelight.

The stereo and a rack of CDs were on a shelving unit beside the bedroom door. Selecting one of her Keith Urban CDs, he popped it into the player and made sure the sound was low enough to be heard without interrupting conversation. After looking over his handiwork, he sat down at the table to wait on the woman of his dreams.

He didn’t have to wait long as she opened her bedroom door just moments after he was seated. She froze on the spot. Lauren took his breath away. Her long red hair was brushed back from her face and fell over her shoulders. Her pale skin appeared to glow in the candlelight, further highlighted by the black silk outfit she was wearing. He spotted her toes peeking from beneath the length of the pants sporting some bright shade of pink nail polish. That one tiny detail gave her otherwise utterly sexy appearance a touch of innocence and added to her overwhelming allure.

“Wow.” Okay, not his best line, but he was stunned by this version of his bookkeeper. Although he’d always considered her pretty, he’d had no idea that she possessed such fresh-faced beauty. The blush pinking her cheeks was absolutely adorable.

“I could say the same about all this.” She gestured around her living room. Glancing shyly at him, she continued, “What exactly is all of this about?”

She stepped into the room and walked toward the table where he sat.

He stood as she reached the chair on the opposite side. “I thought it’d be nice to eat by candlelight.” He smiled in what he hoped was a reassuring manner. “We do need some plates and silverware though. I didn’t want to go rummaging in your kitchen without permission.”

“Oh, of course, I wasn’t thinking.” She stepped past him and through the opening to the kitchen knowing that he was following. “Um, what do you want to drink?” She pulled two dinner plates from a cabinet above the stove.

“What are my choices?” He couldn’t take his eyes off Lauren as she wandered around the kitchen grabbing the various things they would need.

“Soft drinks, tea, water or I have a nice white wine chilled in the fridge.” She turned to face him holding the plates and utensils out for him to take from her.

“Wine sounds great.” He took the plates and silverware. She turned, opened the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle from inside. Then she grabbed a corkscrew from a drawer and pulled two wine glasses from the cabinet over the dishwasher.

“I think that’s everything, isn’t it?”

“I think so. Let’s go eat.” Jace preceded Lauren back to the table and placed the plates in front of the two chairs he’d already decided they would use. He also placed the silverware in its proper formation before pulling her chair out and urging her to sit.

He took the wine and corkscrew from her hands. After opening the wine and pouring two glasses, he sat down next to her.

“So, are you going to tell me what this is all about?” She wouldn’t look at him as she picked up the takeout container of beef and spooned a portion onto her plate.

“Well, it’s about something that’s been on my mind for quite a while.” He took the carton from her when she offered it and dished out a serving for himself. “But, it’s not something I wanted to bring up at the office.”

“Um, okay. That sounds ominous.” Her hand was trembling as she reached for the Moo Goo Gai Pan. Jace took her hand in his much larger one and gave it a light squeeze before releasing it.

“No.” He smiled at her. “Not at all. I hope you’ll think it’s a good thing.”

They finished loading their plates with the different offerings and began eating before Jace continued, “Why don’t we eat before we get down to more serious things though.”

“Okay. Everything smells delicious. Thank you.” Her blush deepened slightly.

Making small talk while they ate wasn’t the easiest thing Jace had ever done, but he didn’t want to just blurt out what was on his mind between a bite of beef and a bite of chicken. They discussed the latest Indiana Jones movie that they both looked forward to seeing; whom they thought was the best choice in the upcoming local elections, where they grew up. It was little things that they didn’t previously know about one another but found that their thoughts and ideas often complimented each other.

Just as they were almost done with the wonderful food, Jace figured it was time to get down to the real reason he was there. He set down his fork, grabbed his glass and took a small sip of his wine.

“You’ve been working for me for several months now-”

“Thirteen.”

“Okay, thirteen months. In that time, we’ve gotten to know each other pretty well. Right?” Jace picked up his fork and began nervously picked at the remaining food on his plate as he watched her carefully.

“Right.” She nodded and took a bite of chicken. “We have.”

“I don’t want you to think that anything said or done tonight has anything to do with your job, Lauren.” He took a deep breath. “I mean, no matter what happens between us, your job is secure. I wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize that, ever.” He hoped that she could see the honesty in his expression because the last thing he wanted her to think was that he was sexually harassing her. He never had and never would do that to any woman, least of all her.

“Okay, although I’m not sure what you’re talking about, I believe you when you say that nothing goes on in this apartment has any bearing on my employment. I trust you, Jace.” Her look was guarded as if she was expecting something terrible to happen at any moment.

Jace set his fork on the table, leaned back in his chair, squared his shoulders, looked Lauren in the eyes and blurted, “I like you a lot, and I’d like to see if the chemistry I feel is mutual.”

The stunned look on Lauren’s face would have been priceless if his future wasn’t at stake here. It was clear that she wasn’t expecting his comments. Her mouth opened and closed slowly as if she were trying to find the words to respond. After several silent moments, her lack of response began to worry him.

“Say something.” He pleaded. “I mean, if you’re not interested, say so and I’ll go. And, tomorrow we’ll go on like nothing ever happened.” He knew he was taking a chance but he couldn’t let another day go by without at least trying to convince her that they would be so good together. “But, if there’s any chance that you’d be interested in … well, whatever you might want to try, say so and we’ll see where it leads us.”

* * * * *

Lauren couldn’t believe what she was hearing. There was no way her gorgeous boss could be interested in her, but it sure sounded that way. She didn’t know what to say without sounding too eager. So, instead, you’re sitting here looking like a fish out of water. For heaven’s sake, close your mouth before you attract flies. Silently chastising herself finally did the trick. She decided to take a chance on the man that she had admired, as well as lusted after, for so long.

“I, uh, I like you too.” She said quietly while playing with the food left on her plate. “A lot.” She gasped and dropped her fork when he seized both her hands in his warm, callused palms. She looked up to see him watching her intently.

“Thank God. You were so quiet I was starting to worry that I’d really fucked up.” His smile was brilliant, seeming to glow brighter than the candlelight. The mischievous twinkle in his eyes alerted her that things were about to get much more interesting than simply having dinner together. “So, what do we do now?”

“Well, I’d…” She took a deep breath, swallowed hard and closed her eyes. “I think I’d like for you to kiss me…if that’s, um, okay.” She opened them to find him staring at her with a wicked grin.

He groaned. “Hell yes, that’s okay.” He released her hands, quickly pushed back his chair and stood. After drawing out Lauren’s chair, he again took her hands and pulled her to her feet, flush against his chest. It was Lauren’s turn to groan at the feeling of all those hard muscles pressing against her.

Jace let go of her hands and slid his arms around her back and down to her ass. He gripped the plush globes, pulling her tight against his groin. Lauren again groaned at feeling that rigid length pressed to her stomach. Moisture flooded her pussy as he began to grind his thick erection against her. She closed her eyes, wound her arms around his neck and simply enjoyed the experience of him holding her in his arms.

“Can you feel what you do to me?” He growled into her ear. “I spend every moment I’m at the office in a state of constant arousal. The only time I get any reprieve is on a job site when I can’t see you or smell your delicious scent.”

Lauren shivered at his words. Opening her eyes, she gazed up into his amazing azure eyes, seeing the honesty of his words as well as a lust she was sure was reflected in her own. She watched as he lowered his head toward her until she lost focus just before his warm, soft lips touched hers, gently at first, brushing tiny kisses from one corner to another before diving in for a firmer connection. She felt the flick of his tongue against her closed lips and gladly opened to him. Her knees would have buckled if he hadn’t been holding her so tightly at the first sweep of his tongue into the cavern of her mouth. He murmured something she didn’t understand as he deepened the kiss and pulled her even closer into his embrace. It was a kiss of claiming, of branding or marking. She felt as if Jace were laying claim to her heart and soul. His hands roamed over her back, up, then back down to sweep over the cheeks of her ass. Her fingers twined in his hair, restlessly grasping and releasing the silken strands.

Lauren had no idea how long they stood next to her dining room table kissing as if their lives depended on it; but, when he finally pulled away, she moaned at the sudden loss and tried to recapture his lips.

He chuckled as he bowed his head to kiss her forehead gently. “Ah, sweetheart, there’s plenty more where that came from.” He gave her another tight squeeze before pulling away, clasping her hand as he did so. “Are you ready for more now or do we call it a night?”

She whimpered at the mere thought of him leaving and whispered, “More.”

“In that case sweet Lauren, I have a gift for you.” His eyes sparkled with a blend of mischief and lust. “It’s something I think you’ll like and I know I’ll love.” Without completely releasing his hold on her, he bent over and drug out the bag he’d placed there earlier.

“You have me curious.” Her gaze was directed at the second bag Jace had been carrying when he first appeared at her door. She’d completely forgotten it until that moment. “What is it?”

“Something I saw you admiring and that I thought would look stunning on you.” He opened the bag, removed a piece of material and unfolded it, holding it up for her view. She gasped in recognition as she took a step away from him. It was the black velvet corset she’d been tempted to buy earlier at Wicked Diary.

“Oh my God, Jace, how did you know? I only saw it once at…Oh no, you were there!” She was horrified at the thought of him watching her in the sex toy store. “Wh…where were you? I didn’t see you?” She couldn’t look at him. She felt her face blazing.

“Lauren, honey, look at me.” He set the bag on the table before reaching out and tipping her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze. “I was in Cooper’s office. You wouldn’t have seen me.” He took a deep breath before continuing, “I have to confess. I was there to watch you on the security cameras.”

She gasped again. Her mortification was complete. Her blush was so red that she looked like she was suffering from third degree sunburn. He still held her chin up so that she had no choice but to face him.

“After I heard what your friend Josie said, I couldn’t help myself. I’ve wanted you for so long and the idea of you in Cooper’s store just sent me over the edge. Then, when I saw you looking at that sexy corset, picturing you in it just about made me to come in my jeans. I knew I had to buy it when you hung it back on the rack.” He held out the corset. “This was made for you to wear.”

Lauren took the corset from his outstretched hand. She held it up between them and rubbed her thumb over the soft material, loving the tactile sensation of velvet and lace. Looking up at Jace, she saw the worried expression he wore. Some of the tension she’d been feeling released at the sincerity she heard in his voice and saw on his face.

“Thank you. It’s beautiful.” She hugged the garment to her chest. “I was thinking of going back for it tomorrow.” A smile blossomed on her lips when she noticed the grin on his face.

“Will you model it for me sometime?”

She bit her bottom lip and nodded.

He stepped forward, took her face in his hands, and tilted her head to the side as he slowly moved in for another kiss. “If you’ve changed your mind…if you don’t want this, tell me now. Otherwise, I’m going to kiss you again.”

When she didn’t move, he lowered his head and claimed her lips. This kiss was anything but gentle. It was a claiming. Lauren reveled in the sensation of his lips crushing hers. Once he released her lips, he took the corset from where it hung in her limp hands and returned it to the bag on the table.

Lauren rose onto her toes and brushed her mouth against Jace’s firm lips. This time, she traced her tongue across the seam of his mouth, urging him to open to her. When he did, she dove in, drawing a moan from deep in his chest. He tasted of the wine they’d had earlier as well as a richness that was entirely his own. After hours, or minutes, he pulled away, breaking the kiss.

“God, honey, I want you.” His breathing was erratic and she could feel his pulse pounding fast and furiously in his cock pressed so tightly against her stomach. “I need you.”

“I’m already yours.” She took a deep breath, imprinting his scent in her memory. She didn’t know if this was a one time deal or the beginning of something long-term, but she planned to remember every intimate detail, every taste, touch and feeling she experienced with Jace.

* * * * *

Jace couldn’t believe his luck. Lauren hadn’t accused him of being a stalker, nor had she kicked him out in the street. For a few tense moments, he hadn’t been sure what she’d do. Now that things were back on track, the night was definitely looking up.

When Lauren said she was his, it took his entire concentration to keep from coming like an untried youth right then and there. Luckily, all the practice of keeping his cool around the lady had paid off when he fought down the urge to explode.

“As much as I love standing here holding you, could we move this somewhere that we can be more comfortable?” He continued to press kisses against her right jaw, the shell of her ear, and her throat as he spoke. He felt every shiver as he touched each sensitive area while he continued holding her securely against him.

When she didn’t answer right away, he drew back and looked into her dazed face. Her eyes were closed, her lips were parted, and she was panting lightly. As if finally realizing that he was no longer kissing her anywhere, Lauren opened her eyes and looked at him with a heavy-lidded expression, a soft smile gracing her damp, plump lips. It was obvious that she was as aroused as he himself was.

“Wh-what?”

“Honey, why don’t we move this somewhere a bit more comfortable.”

“Oh, oh, of course.” She looked as if she were trying to gather her thoughts into some kind of coherent order. After a couple of moments, she shyly looked up at him before asking, “Wh-” She cleared her throat were the words got caught. “What about the bedroom?”

Jace mentally pumped his fist. Yes!

Aloud, he simply said, “If you’re comfortable in moving things to the bedroom, I’m certainly not going to complain.” Jace knew that his smile was totally lascivious as he answered, especially when accompanied by the squeeze that he gave her before stepping back and taking her hand. “Wither thou goest, so shall I follow, dear lady. Lead on.”

Lauren’s chuckle was worth any campy comment he could make and her glowing smile was absolutely priceless. She clasped his hand and turned to head toward the door she’d exited a short time before. He stopped after just one step.

“Hold on just a sec.” Jace let go of her hand, turned back to the table and grabbed up the bag from Wicked Diary with a grin still on his face. “There’s a bit more than the corset in here.” He entwined their hands once again as she led them the few steps to her bedroom.

As they stepped through the doorway, he took little note of his surroundings other than to glimpse pastel blue walls and light oak furniture. His attention was focused solely on the beautiful woman walking toward the large bed centered against the far wall. Her auburn hair was loose about her shoulders, curling slightly from the shower she’d had earlier, her black silky pants hugged her heart-shaped ass, and her matching top was cropped short enough to give a tantalizing glimpse of her lower back as she moved.

Jace bit back a groan when he noticed the dimples on each side of her back just above the waistline of her pants. He imagined pulling up the top, dropping to his knees and running his tongue over those indentations, lapping at her skin and tasting her exotic flavor. Before his imagination could take him any farther into that alluring scenario, she stopped at the side of the bed and turned to face him.

“So, what else you got in that bag of yours?” Lauren cocked her head to look down at the bag in question. Her smile was almost shy as she looked up at him. She released his hand.

“Well,” he took the corset out again and placed it on the end of the bed, “there’s this of course.” He reached back into the bag, drew out an unopened box of condoms, extra large, and ribbed for her pleasure. “And this.” He wiggled his eyebrows up and down comically as he leaned over and placed the box on the table beside the bed.

Lauren laughed, just as he expected her to.

He pulled out a bottle of lube and set it beside the condoms. She took the now empty bag from his hands and tossed it in the trashcan sitting next to the bedside table. When she turned back to him, he reached out and placed his hands on her hips, pulling her flush to him. Her low moan went straight to his cock, causing it to jerk in anticipation. He wrapped his arms tightly around her slim waist, anchoring her body against his own.

“Kiss me.” Her plea nearly took him to his knees. He’d dreamed about this moment but hadn’t known if it would ever happen.

“With pleasure, darlin’, with pleasure.” His lips crashed against hers, his tongue swept inside when she opened to him so willingly. He groaned and deepened the kiss by angling his head for a better connection. Tangling tongues and soft pillowy lips meshing together, drawing moans from both Jace and Lauren. He deftly rubbed his hands down and cupped her ass. She rubbed her lower body against his erection, eliciting a groan from deep inside.

He pulled back from the kiss and brought his hands up to the top button of her black top, releasing it before moving on to the next and the next. Her breath was coming in quick pants and he felt her shiver as each button slipped through its corresponding hole. A flash of red turned out to be a lacy bra, which was sexy as hell peeking through the open shirt. He eased the shirt from her shoulders and it fluttered to the floor behind her.

He bent and placed a single kiss on the swell of each breast rising from the scrap of red lace. He stepped back before kneeling in front of her. He reached up, grasped the elastic waistband of her silk pants, and slowly lowered them, exposing a matching pair of tiny red, lace panties. Pushing the pants down to her ankles, he lifted first her right and then her left foot and slid the pants completely off, laying them with the top on the floor behind her feet.

Jace looked up at the sensuous woman standing in front of him wearing nothing more than the red bra and panties, and her adorable pink toenails. Her innocent beauty stole his breath. Her cheeks and chest were flushed pink, highlighting the rest of her alabaster skin and auburn hair. He knew it wasn’t just her beauty that drew him.

Lauren Richards possessed a heart of gold.

He had watched her time and again go out of her way to make someone feel comfortable in situations that were fraught with tension. She also had a huge soft spot for animals that he witnessed daily as she placed food and water at the back of the office building for the feral cats that she was unable to tame enough to capture and take to the local no-kill shelter.

It was her devotion to that same shelter that had prompted him to donate both labor and materials to rebuild the kennel the shelter had lost due to an arsonist’s fire earlier in the year. Of course, he didn’t tell her that she was the reason; but he knew it was because of her kindness and generosity that he was prompted to be a better man and make the donation.

Now, this beautiful woman, this angel, his angel, was standing here in front of him, his favorite fantasy come to life in full, rich Technicolor. He just had to reach out and take what he now knew they both wanted. It was time to stake his claim.

* * * * *

Lauren wasn’t the least bit cold yet she shivered as she looked down and saw the pure, undiluted passion blazing in Jace’s eyes as he knelt in front of her. She had never thought to see that look in any man’s gaze, much less in Jace Cavanaugh’s eyes.

Lauren reached out and caressed the side of Jace’s face, feeling the end-of-day stubble along his jaw line that was almost too pale in color to see. She rubbed her thumb across his full, swollen bottom lip as he continued to stare up at her. This amazing man was kneeling at her feet, looking at her as if he wanted to devour her. She brought her other hand up and cupped his precious face in the palms of both hands, simply gazing at him in wonder.

Her perusal didn’t last long, however, as he grabbed her hips and pulled her closer. She felt his hot breath through her panties, causing moisture to flood the tiny scrap of lace hiding her sex from his view. She shivered again in arousal as she felt him reach up, grasp the elastic waist of the panties, and slowly begin lowering them. She parted her legs just enough for the panties to slide easily past her hips, down her thighs and drop to her ankles before she stepped out of them, leaving them with the rest of her clothing on the floor.

Jace reached up and pulled her hips toward him. He caressed her ass and around her hips, sending sparks of desire straight to her core. His fingers threaded through the patch of hair protecting her pussy before using both thumbs to part her lips and expose her clit peeking from its hood as if seeking attention. Attention that he appeared more than happy to provide. She watched as he leaned forward, took a deep breath and plunged his tongue between her parted labia. The air whooshed from her lungs at the sensation of his rough tongue gliding over her clit and circling it before he pushed closer and sucked it into the hot cavern of his mouth. He never stopped tormenting the tiny button with his wicked tongue as he sucked a vacuum against her moist flesh.

Her hands fisted in the soft strands of his hair. The sounds he made while suckling her most secret flesh were more arousing than she could ever have imagined. The way he clasped her hips tightly to him as he fed from her sex was like nothing she’d ever experienced. It felt as if she were the center of his world and that he couldn’t get enough of her. She’d never felt more desired in her life.

Lauren cried out in dismay when he pulled away from the delicious torment he’d be inflicting on her pussy. She released her grip from his hair.

“Damn, baby, you taste so sweet. Just like I knew you would.” His breathing was labored and his chest heaved. “But I want more. I want to taste you all over.” He stood with a singularly fluid movement, never releasing his hold on her hips. When he kissed her, Lauren could taste her passion on his lips and it was more erotic than it had a right to be.

Jace reached out and unclasped the front hook of her bra. He pulled it open, allowing her abundant breasts to spill free from the restraining cups. He slid the straps over here shoulders and she allowed it to slide down her arms to join the rest of her clothing. Her eyes slipped closed as warm heat surrounded her left nipple. Jace’s tongue danced around the areola before teasing at the center, causing the nipple to bead to a hard point. His teeth scraped over the point just before he suckled deeply.

After long moments of the delightful torment, he released the nipple with a pop before moving to lavish the same attention on its twin. His hand came up to continue tweaking the one he’d just released. Her senses were on overload from the doubled sensations. She moaned as her knees began to buckle from the unrestrained pleasure she was experiencing. Another soft pop signaled the release of her breast from its warm home.

She felt herself being pressed back to the bed, first sitting and then laying on top of the thick quilt given to her by her mother when she left home. That was when she noticed that Jace was still fully clothed while she was completely naked and laid out for his inspection. A modicum of embarrassment began to build in her stomach as he continued to stare at her so intently. He took a single step back as if to get a better overall view. She squirmed under the intensity of his gaze.

“I wish I were an artist.”

“Why?”

“Because then I could paint you just like this. You are so beautiful. More than I ever dreamed.” His honesty was evident as he spoke.

“Thank you.” She drew a deep breath. “Now, I think someone in this room has on way too many clothes.” She glanced down her own completely naked body. “And, it’s not me.”

His smile spoke of promises she couldn’t wait to collect on.

She watched as his nimble fingers began unbuttoning his cotton chambray shirt. She found it impossible to contain the moan when he slipped it off his shoulders and it fell to the floor. His broad shoulders looked even wider without the covering, nicely narrowing down to his waist. A light covering of nearly golden blonde curly hair covered his wide chest; his ripped abs gave evidence of his daily physical work. The hair narrowed to a single thin line, which disappeared beneath his trousers.

He unfastened the belt he wore, unbuttoned the single button, and carefully lowered the zipper so obviously strained by the bulge behind it. He slid the pants down his strong, sculpted thighs, dragging his underwear down with them. At some point, he had removed his shoes, although she had no memory of him having done so. He stepped out of his jeans, leaving them where they lay as he walked back to the bed, stopping near her feet.

He picked up the corset he’d laid there earlier and hung it across the footboard, out of their way. He reached out and gently pushed her legs apart before climbing on the bed. He took his time crawling up her body, planting kisses on one calf, her other knee, the inside of both thighs. He paused at the junction where her leg met her torso, laving it with the flat of his tongue, taking deep breaths of her scent as if imprinting it in his memory.

He kissed a line to her belly button and, after firming his tongue, poked inside the shallow indentation, imitating what she hoped he planned to do soon with another firm part of his anatomy. She felt him lick and kiss a path criss-crossing her stomach before sweeping his tongue along the undersides of both breasts and around to the top of the mounds. He was now fully above her, with his knees planted between her widespread legs and his hands braced on either side of her shoulders. He paused in his upward progress and lightly nipped her chin before swooping in for another mind-blowing kiss.

Lauren bucked beneath him, trying to get more contact with the firm body so close, and yet so frustratingly far from her own. She mewled low in her throat as he swept inside her mouth and their tongues continued the age-old mating dance. She reached up around his neck and silently urged him to press downward. She wanted, no, she needed to feel his weight bearing down on her, pressing her into the mattress.

As he lifted from the kiss, she looked up and saw that his normally bright azure eyes were dark with his desire. If she’d had any doubts about him truly wanting to be with her, they’d have been banished with that one look. “Fuck me,” she whispered, reaching down and taking his cock in her hands. She caressed his hard length, marveling at the stark contrast of silk over steel.

Jace kept most of his weight braced on his arms as he lowered his head and lightly kissed her lips again. “Are you sure, baby? We don’t have to make love tonight if you’re not ready.”

“I’m sure,” she whispered. She released his hard cock and moved her hands to his chest, rubbing in small circles over his tight nipples. “Please.”

Jace needed no further encouragement. He braced on one arm, reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the box of condoms. She took it from him without a word and opened the box. She handed one of the foil packets to him. He sat back on his heels between her widespread legs and ripped open the wrapper. She couldn’t take her eyes off the sight of him rolling the condom over his long, thick penis. Her mouth watered and she suddenly wished that she’d tasted him before he covered such a delectable looking treat.

Next time. Definitely, next time.

Jace then took the box back from her loose grip and tossed it onto the nightstand just before he once again lowered himself over her.

He braced himself on one hand, while using his other hand to line up his stiff length with the opening to her weeping sheath. He pushed inside slowly, watching her eyes carefully for any sign of discomfort. When he was buried to the hilt surrounded by her wet heat, he groaned as he paused to allow her to adjust to having him buried so deeply.

“It’s like I’ve been waiting forever to do this.” His voice was rough with barely restrained passion.

Lauren smiled up at him as she moved her hands down his sweat dampened sides to clasp his hips. “We’ve wasted so much time. Please, love me.” She pulled on his hips, urging him to move.

He began moving in slow, smooth strokes with the express purpose of arousing her even further. There was no way she wanted this to end too soon. He lowered his head and kissed her once again, his tongue imitating the movements of his body.

Lauren realized that no man had ever made love to her like this; not as if being with her was the most important thing in his world. She felt tears welling in her eyes at this certain knowledge. She reached a hand up and caressed his stubbled cheek. It was amazing how much she loved this man.

Slow strokes gave way to faster, more urgent movements. Lauren wrapped her legs around Jace’s hips, silently encouraging him to pick up the pace by bucking up to meet each of his thrusts. Each deep penetration brought her throbbing clit into exquisite contact with the rough hair surrounding the base of his cock. Her need to come built steadily, coiling in her lower belly waiting for just the right touch to make it explode over her.

Groans and growls filled the air. She wasn’t sure if it was she or Jace making the nearly animalistic noises. Most likely they both were. It didn’t really matter as they both hurtled toward their peaks.

The sound of flesh pounding against flesh was decadent and shot her pleasure yet another notch higher. The rich smells of two people engaged in the most primal melding and mating filled the air easily blocking the scents of the fruity candles and leftover food from the other room. It was a delicious smell of clean male sweat, the liquid heat gushing from her body and a blending smell of their lovemaking. A scent unlike any other. Lauren knew it was a smell that she could easily become addicted to and hoped that she would have that opportunity.

Jace leaned back to sit on his knees, never pulling free from the snug warmth surrounding his length. He pulled Lauren’s legs up and placed one ankle on his shoulder, causing her butt to rise from the bed’s surface. He hooked her other leg under the knee over his elbow, opening her wider than ever. Hardly missing a beat, he continued to pound into her pussy, thrusting even faster than before. His fingers found their way to her clit and began to rub circles around and around, arousing her to the point of no return.

“Jace, please, I’m coming.” Her moan turned into a wail as she crested, spiraling out of control. “Ja-ace!”

“That’s it baby, come on my cock. Oh God! That. Feels. Wonderful.” He ground his hips into her, pumping once, then twice, and suddenly she felt the warmth of his cum as it filled the condom. The sensation drove her into another immediate orgasm, smaller but no less intense than the first. “Oh, damn!”

Jace shuddered, still pumping his hips slowly in and out with involuntary movements. After what could have been hours, but was probably just minutes, he lowered her legs and dropped them to each side of his hips. She couldn’t take her eyes off of him as he bent over and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. The tender look on his face brought a wave of tears to her eyes.

He was watching her so closely it would have been impossible to hide the tears from him.

“Baby, please don’t cry.” He wiped the tear that had started to slide down her temple. He sat up beside her and gathered her in his arms. “Did I hurt you? Oh God, don’t cry. Tell me what’s wrong.”

“N-nothing’s wrong.” Her watery smile was not reassuring as two more tears leaked from the corners of her eyes and trailed down her cheeks.

“Then why are you crying, baby?”

“Because that was beautiful.”

Jace barked out a laugh. “Oh God, you had me scared there.” He hugged her tightly to his chest. “So, these are happy tears?”

She nodded. “Very happy.” She’d been looking at his beloved face but dropped her gaze to her lap where her hands were fidgeting. “If I’d known going into a sex toy store would end like this…”

“What?” He tipped her chin up, forcing her to face him.

She took a deep steadying breath. “If I’d known going there would end like this, I’d…I’d have done it a lot sooner.”

Jace’s laughter shook her whole body as he hugged her tightly against his chest.

“Oh baby, I’m just glad you decided to take a walk on the wicked side tonight. Otherwise, who knows how much more time we’d have wasted before one of us decided to take a chance.”

“Me too, Jace. Me too.”

Lauren said a little prayer of thanks for C. S. Cooper’s Wicked Diary. Then she snuggled into Jace’s warm embrace, happier than she’d been in her entire life. The future was looking brighter by the minute.

THE END

By Winterheart

All Rights Reserved
Copyright © 2008 Winterheart.com
ESN: 36412-080506-281258-70

The box was ordinary brown cardboard. The shipping labels were the kind one would normally find on a package. The return address was a company called “Plain Brown Wrapper.” The name made Weylyn instantly suspicious. Anything with a name as innocuous as that, was not what it seemed.

Weylyn shook the box. It made a whooshing sound as the contents slid around inside. He grimaced, as he realized he wasn’t going to know what was inside the box unless he opened it. Taking out a pocket knife, he slit the packing tape carefully, preoccupied with trying to figure out which of the people he had fucked recently had sent him a present. He was confident enough in his abilities as a lover to know that he hadn’t left anyone angry and unsatisfied, so there was no way that this wasn’t a gift.

He put away the pocket knife and peeled back the flaps of cardboard. Lifting out the crinkled brown packing paper, he found a flat cellophane package. The contents were bright neon pink plastic. Weylyn frowned. Pink wasn’t exactly his color, and he couldn’t imagine anyone buying him a pink anything. Upon closer inspection, he decided that it looked like a raft for the pool.

Weylyn pulled the package out and ripped open the cellophane, taking out the hunk of pink plastic. His sensitive werewolf nose crinkled as a strong scent assailed him. Whew! Whatever it was, it stunk to high heaven. Petroleum based products always reeked and his nose was more sensitive than most. Whoever had sent him the gift either hadn’t realized how delicate his nose was, hadn’t really thought about how stinky plastic was, or didn’t care.

As Weylyn began to unfold the pink plastic, he discovered that the sender hadn’t cared about the stink of the plastic. What he held in his hands was a gag gift. At least, he was pretty sure it had to be a gag gift. What was in his hands, was a pink plastic chair… with a big thick dildo attached to the seat.

He frowned at the chair for a long moment. Then he began to grin. As he reached for the box to search for a card, he began to laugh. The chair was really funny. It was a great gag gift! Now, he wanted to know who had sent it. Obviously, it was someone who knew he was bi-sexual. The chair wouldn’t be nearly as funny if he’d been straight.

His hands touched a sheet of paper. He pulled it out and read,

“Hey Wey!

Drake”

So maybe it wasn’t exactly a gag gift after all, Weylyn thought, fingering the thick dildo. In fact, come to think of it, the stiff rubber dick resembled Drake’s cock. The shape of the head, the thickness of the base, the way the veins stood out…

Weylyn grinned as he realized that he was getting aroused. Not that it took much. He was a horn dog at the best of times. Getting his were on was his primary goal in life. After his music, of course. Luckily, his music usually made it really easy to get his were on. It didn’t hurt that he was attractive either. And his personality was outgoing and fun loving. He was a combination that most people couldn’t resist, which meant that he never suffered from a shortage of partners.

A hunt through his closet produced a pump to blow up the chair. Once it was filled with air, Weylyn set it down facing his television. He stared at it with a little smile curling his lips. Drake loved to fuck. He’d loved fucking Weylyn, and he’d loved it when Weylyn fucked him in return. So the chair wasn’t exactly a gag gift. Still, it amused Weylyn.

He left the chair in the living room of his small flat and went into the bedroom. He had a gig tonight and had to get ready. He didn’t have time for the chair at the moment. After a shower, he dressed in leather jeans, a sleeveless t-shirt, and boots. He smudged a little black eyeliner under his eyes and ran a hand through his damp brown waves. Done with his primping, he grabbed his jacket and headed for the door. He stopped, the door halfway open, and looked back at the chair.

Damn. It looked totally hot just sitting there waiting for someone to use it. Weylyn’s cock stirred, and he quickly eyed the clock. A discreet cough from the other side of his door had his head jerking toward the sound. His grey eyes met the amused jade ones of a woman he had never seen before.

“Nice chair,” she murmured in a husky voice.

“Gag gift,” Weylyn replied shortly, looking her up and down.

Woah. She was far hotter than the pink chair. Nicely rounded, full breasts, perched on a petite body. Long, dark silky hair spilled over slender shoulders in a thin t-shirt. Wide dark green eyes in a small triangular face. A pert nose. Moist pale pink bowed lips. A tiny beauty mark at the corner of those smiling lips. Oh, yeah. Lust roared to life within him.

“Mmmn. I can see what part would gag you,” she purred, her eyes glowing in an uncanny manner.

Weylyn’s were senses went into overdrive. The girl in front of him was immortal. However, he just wasn’t sure what she was. He was about to ask her when his cell phone alarm went off. Shit. He was late now. He shut off the alarm and stepped out of his flat, shutting the door behind him.

“I’ve gotta go to work, but I’ll be back about three a.m. My chair and I will be available for rides then,” he told her, breathing deeply of her scent. Oranges and lemons. Maybe some grapefruit and lime thrown in. Definitely a strong citrus scent. But what the hell was she?

The woman stepped back, thrusting her hands into the back pockets of her faded jeans. The movement made her big breasts, in the thin black t-shirt, thrust out even more. Then she leaned her shoulders back against the wall, which thrust out her narrow hips. Weylyn had to tell his libido to take a hike. Now, was not the time to test the patience of his fellow band mates. He had exactly forty five minutes before curtain, and he should have already been walking in the side door of the club.

“You’re a musician, aren’t you?” she asked, her voice sending shivers down his spine.

“Yeah. And I’m late,” he chuckled, his amusement glittering in his pale eyes. “They’re gonna think I was banging someone.”

The woman’s smile was mysterious and enticing. “If you want, you can tell them it was me. My name’s Keir.”

Weylyn stiffened. He knew that name, but he couldn’t place it. It was definitely ringing warning bells in his head though. “I’m Weylyn,” he replied, trying to keep his tone neutral despite the warnings going off inside him. “And… I’ve really gotta run. Nice meeting you!”

“It was nice meeting you and your chair, Weylyn,” Keir said in a husky voice filled with sexual promise.

Weylyn’s body responded, even though his head was screaming ‘No way!’ It was certainly not a scenario he was used to. When Weylyn wanted someone, he acted on it. Unless, of course, the other person was attached. He didn’t know where he knew Keir’s name from and didn’t have time to think about it. Nor did he have time to think about what was up with the warning bells in his head. He raced down the stairs, hopped on his motorcycle, and took off for the club.

His band didn’t really notice that he was late. They were all busy preparing to go on stage. He slipped in, and went into his usual routine. The band played well that night. They were tight, and the music flowed easily. Nothing went wrong. By the time Weylyn climbed the stairs to his flat, it was half past three. He didn’t think Keir would be waiting for him since he was late. Sure enough, when he reached the top of the stairs, he found that the corridor was empty.

Feeling oddly relieved, he unlocked the door. Inside his flat, he tossed his jacket onto the coat rack and got a beer from the kitchen. He was tired, but still a little wound up from the performance. He turned on the TV, flopped onto the sofa, and did a quick channel surf. Nothing was on, of course, so he decided to take a quick shower to get rid of the performance sweat.

Afterward, he walked naked into his living room, toweling his head. He popped in a DVD from his porn collection and lowered the sound. Porn was a staple in Weylyn’s life. He had an extensive collection. Nothing too kinky or extreme, but it was still beyond what most straight men would watch.

Weylyn was a hedonist. His philosophy of life had everything to do with pleasure - getting his were on - and nothing to do with commitment and mates. He didn’t know if he had a mate out there in the world somewhere. If he did, he hadn’t met her yet. Or him. He wasn’t narrow minded enough to think that if he did have a mate, that it had to be a woman.

When it came to the sexes, Weylyn wasn’t particular. He loved men just as much as he loved women. However, he very rarely got involved with gay men. He preferred men like himself, unabashedly male with a healthy appreciation for women… who just happened to appreciate men too. As a consequence, he often ended up in threesomes or group sex. As long as he got his were on, he wasn’t that particular whether it was one on one, two on one, or more.

The porn on the DVD was a couple of men enjoying a redhead, as well as each other. Weylyn took a long drink of his beer and felt his performance high beginning to ebb. He lounged naked on his sofa, looking at the porn, but not really paying attention. Instead, he was trying to remember where he had heard the immortal woman’s name. It was an unusual name, beautiful and wild like her. He thought of those luscious breasts straining the thin t-shirt she’d worn. His cock stirred.

The warning bells made him uncomfortable though, especially when he couldn’t figure out why they were going off. The only thing that made any sense to him was that it was somehow tied up with her name. However, the harder he tried to place it, the more elusive it became.

Several beers later, Weylyn was pleasantly buzzed and had given up trying to figure out the mysterious Keir. Now he was actively watching the porn and stroking his hard cock. He mentally kicked himself for turning down all the groupies who had swamped him after the gig. He’d been playing half aroused thanks to Keir, but for some odd reason, he had been totally unable to pick up on any of the young men and women who offered themselves to him at the club.

As he watched the two men fucking on his TV screen, Weylyn began to contemplate the pink chair. Was Drake serious about him using it? Or had it just been a gag, something to make him laugh? The man being fucked started moaning and Weylyn’s cock twitched. The chair was becoming more and more interesting as the porn progressed.

When the camera zoomed in on the two men, Weylyn couldn’t take any more. He flew into the bedroom and pulled out a bottle of lube. Within moments, the thick dildo of the chair was lubed up and so was Weylyn. He paused for a moment, wondering which way you were supposed to sit on the thing. After walking around it a few times, his thick cock bobbing with each step, he decided that for a man to use it, one must straddle the thing.

Weylyn stepped over the pink plastic and lowered himself toward the dildo. It slid along his asscrack until the head pressed his lubed anus. With a hiss, Weylyn pressed down, feeling the familiar pleasure pain ripple through him as the dildo slid into his ass. On the TV screen, the two men were moaning and crying out. Weylyn rocked on the plastic chair, his long fingers digging into the plastic as he worked the dildo in. Once it was seated within him, he let his breath out on a long sigh and stroked his cock.

Fuck. That felt so good, he thought, feeling the dildo pressing against his prostate. His fingers encircled his cock, squeezing and stroking. The pleasure sent heat rushing through his veins. Sweat broke out on his skin as he rocked his hips, the dildo thrusting into him with each movement. His head fell back, moans erupting from his mouth, his left hand squeezing his cock as his right clutched the chair for balance.

“Oooh. That is soo sexy.”

The low whisper was like the stroke of a finger or tongue down his spine. Eyes shut tight to better concentrate on his body, Weylyn was sure the voice had come from the TV. He thrust down on the chair, feeling the dildo stretching him, feeling the pleasure lick like fire beneath his skin. His breathing roughened as the voice came again.

“Yesss. You are so hot. God, you love being fucked, don’t you?”

The sexy whisper and the explicit words combined to tease his senses. It pushed his arousal even closer to the point of no return. His fingers moved more rapidly on his cock. He could feel the pre-cum oozing from its tip onto his knuckles. His chest burned. Masturbation had never been so hot before. The pink chair was fucking him… he was fucking himself. The freedom was a pleasure in and of itself. There was no one he had to worry about pleasing. It was just him and the pink chair.

“And me. You and that chair make me hot. I want to move your fingers and replace them with my mouth. Then I want to sit on you.”

The sibilant whisper raked him like the brush of long nails along his skin. His eyes popped opened in shock. Before him stood Keir. She was naked, her long black hair streaming over her ivory skin. He stilled, unsure how she had come to be in his flat, naked, and watching him pleasure himself.

Even though he was filled with caution because of her sudden appearance, a part of him admired her naked form. Her breasts were full, luscious globes with dark pinkish caramel nipples. She had narrow hips and a slightly convex belly. A spray of tiny diamonds dangled from a belly button piercing. Her pubes were hairless and Weylyn’s sensitive werewolf nose could smell her arousal. He wondered why he hadn’t noticed her citrus scent the moment she had come in. He certainly noticed it now. It was strong in his nostrils, pushing his lust to the edge of his control.

“How did you get in here?” he asked, unable to completely give in to his lust.

Keir’s hips swayed as if to some music only she could hear. “I have certain… powers,” she murmured, her jade eyes almost black with desire. “I wanted you, so here I am. Imagine my surprise at finding you riding the chair. You have no idea how hot you look sitting on it, pleasuring yourself.”

A low growl emerged from her throat and Weylyn’s were senses went completely off the Richter scale. She was a werewolf! He blinked up at her, his hard cock and the dildo in his ass forgotten for a moment. “You’re a were.”

She shrugged, her silky black hair rippling. “Half. My father was something else. I’m not sure what. My mother died before she could tell me. All I know is that I’m a were with an extra set of powers,” she said, her voice husky and sensual.

“And you got in here… how?” Weylyn pressed, his eyes on the strange tattoo on her hip. It was a wolf clan symbol, but a symbol different than that of his own pack. The pack mark was worked into another symbol, this one more arcane looking, some kind of tree of life…

He shook his head, trying to free himself of her mesmerizing hold on his senses. His heart was thundering in his chest in a way that was far more intense than during his masturbation session. His nerve endings were pinging with awareness. The citrus scent of her filled his nostrils and went straight to his head like a drug. His cock was straining, begging to be touched by her. There was a ringing in his ears, and this time it had nothing to do with the earlier warning bells he’d heard. He could feel his fangs elongating in his mouth, as he was suddenly filled with a longing to kiss her.

“I want to kiss you too,” she murmured, circling the chair, her fingertips lightly touching the plastic. “And I just appeared here. I wanted to be here so I wished myself here. Walls, locked doors, all of those things cannot keep me from where I want to be if I wish myself there. I told you, I have a whole set of non-werewolf powers.”

Weylyn’s eyes were on her fingers. The long slender digits had pale pink nails, short and well manicured. His nostrils flared as her arousal wafted to him again. Never had anyone’s scent affected him as acutely as Keir’s did. The barest whiff of her had his cock and his lust raging almost beyond his ability to control it.

“You can just appear wherever you want. You can read my thoughts. What the hell are you?” he asked, trying to shake himself loose of the desire that threatened to swamp his reason.

She bent at the waist, her perfect breasts only inches from his face. “I told you, I don’t know. What I do know is that I want you.”

She reached out then, and her fingers brushed along the line of his jaw. Weylyn sucked in a sharp breath. His heart was pounding so hard he thought it would burst from his chest. She buried her fingers in his wavy hair and kissed him. The instant those pale pink lips touched his, Weylyn went up in flames. A lust like none he’d ever felt before consumed him. He completely forgot that he was sitting on the chair and reached for her, almost tipping himself over.

Keir caught him, her hands holding his shoulders firmly, the fingertips stroking over his skin. A little cry escaped her. “Oh, Weylyn!”

She knelt, her mouth trailing hot, wet, sucking kisses from his mouth down his chest. She pushed his hands away from his cock. Not knowing what else to do, Weylyn clutched the chair with one hand and used the other to stroke her hair from her face as she bent to take him in her mouth. The most exquisite wet heat enveloped him, and he felt the flames inside him rise up once more. His hips shifted, and he resumed rocking on the chair, the dildo fucking him with just the right pressure, as Keir’s tongue swirled over the head of his cock.

Weylyn’s eyes rolled back in his head. He’d been in a lot of sexual situations since his coming of age. There wasn’t much he hadn’t tried, and what he hadn’t tried was all stuff just too out there to be interesting to him. However, nothing had ever felt as good as this moment. The pink chair was fucking him with exactly the right pressure, at exactly the right angle. His prostate was being massaged in exactly the way he liked best, which in turn had his cock straining, harder than he could ever remember it being. Added to that, Keir’s mouth was sucking him with single minded purpose. The suction, and the swirling action of her tongue, made it a perfect blow job. Best of all, she took all of him, which was no mean feat, and she handled his balls exactly right, to maximize his arousal. It was the most mind blowing sex Weylyn had ever had.

The moans in the room grew steadily louder, partly from the forgotten porn on the TV and partly from Weylyn and Keir. The vibrations from Keir’s moans of pleasure made Weylyn’s cock ache. The smell of their desire filled Weylyn’s nostrils with every breath. The feel of Keir’s silky hair, and her even silkier skin, drove Weylyn crazy to touch more of her.

With a loud groan, he pushed her away. Her mouth popped free of his cock as she sat back on her heels, her dark green eyes looking at him questioningly. Weylyn continued to rock on the chair, unable to stop, loving the feeling of being fucked. He leaned over and licked her stuff nipple, growling, “Stand up.”

Keir rose to her feet, stepping close to the chair, her thigh brushing Weylyn’s hard shoulder. His hand stroked up her thigh and slipped between them. His long fingers glided over her wet, sensitive flesh. She cried out, her hips swaying toward him. His thumb found her clit, the flesh so swollen it was peeping out of her folds. Weylyn hissed in a breath as he teased the sensitive bud. He tilted his head, opened her folds with his fingers, and stared at the glistening dark pink jewel. He’d never seen one so swollen before. He blew on it, and her entire body rippled with reaction. Her scent was intoxicating, which made him wonder what she tasted like. He leaned closer. His tongue snaked out and curled around her fat, swollen clit.

Keir screamed and came with a rush of pleasure so intense she could have sworn there’d been an earthquake. She shuddered helplessly, her hands grasping Weylyn’s shoulders. His mouth was like flame on her. With one swipe of his tongue, he’d given her the biggest orgasm of her life, and now he was licking and sucking her flesh as if he couldn’t get enough. He fucked her with his agile tongue, making her thrust her hips into his face. He sucked her clit until her knees grew so weak she didn’t think she could stand. He licked her labia so that every swipe of his tongue hit every nerve ending and erogenous zone she had there. Her whole body was shaking, her skin flushed with desire, her mind consumed with lust. Never had sex been so overwhelming. It made her want to cry at the perfection of it.

Weylyn couldn’t get enough of Keir. The taste of her on his tongue made him long to lay her out on his bed, flop down between her thighs, and bury his face in her wet pussy for hours. He couldn’t remember ever wanting a woman, or a man, this much. The two of them together were like an out of control wildfire. The fierceness of his desire for her scared him and filled him with elation at the same time.

He pulled away from her as she came a second time. His cock was so hard he thought it would burst right out of its skin. He stared at her with narrowed silver eyes. “Fuck me,” he whispered, wanting nothing so much as to be inside her.

Weylyn leaned back on the chair, feeling the dildo in his ass pressing up harder, the pleasure laced with an edge of pain. Keir grabbed his shoulders and straddled his thighs. She lowered herself onto him, and as her tight, wet pussy grabbed him, her weight thrust him farther onto the chair’s dick. Weylyn sucked in a breath feeling his ass stretch and his cock being milked by Keir’s tight muscles at the same time.

“Holy shit!” he exclaimed. His body felt like someone had plugged him into an electrical outlet. Awareness zipped along his nerves, through every muscle, sinew, bone, and flesh. He’d never felt like this before. His arousal was higher and hotter than it had ever been. His brain was more engaged, his entire being pinging with this connection he felt to her.

Keir dug her nails into his shoulders and rode him, her hips twisting as she ground down on him. The moment he slid into her, she’d felt her heart stop. For two beats, it completely stopped. Something profound had happened to her. She knew it. She felt it. She wasn’t sure what it was, but it was something.

They bucked and twisted and fucked each other. Each of them was so into the other that they both pretty much forgot about the chair that cradled them both, even though Weylyn could feel the dildo thrusting up into him with every down stroke of Keir’s. Her breasts pressed against his damp chest, the taut nipples poking him. His pubic hair rubbed her exposed clit with every movement she made. His hands cupped her ass and stroked her back. Her fingers clutched his shoulders and his biceps. She had to cling to him to keep her balance as she rode him hard.

Sweat dampened their skin. Keir’s long hair got stuck to both of them. Weylyn sucked on her neck, nibbling at her with his fangs like a vampire. She reciprocated, licking his jawline and scraping her fangs along the edge of his ear. The heat and friction between them was building. Keir felt her third orgasm rising within her. Spots appeared before her eyes. Weylyn could barely catch a breath, he was panting so hard. A growl rose in his throat as his balls tightened. His orgasm was right there… right there…

He thrust up into her as she ground down on him. The dildo hit his prostate and he howled, his balls feeling like they exploded as his cock erupted in a huge orgasm. Keir screamed as her orgasm slammed into her. She felt the hot spurt of his seed within her. Her scream dwindled to a whine as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, holding him tightly and nuzzling his throat. Weylyn felt dizzy from coming so hard.

Suddenly, there was a loud PFFFFFTTTTTTT! Weylyn tumbled backward, and Keir landed on his chest. They looked at each other with startled eyes. Keir blinked, trying to clear her head.

“Arggh!” Weylyn grumbled. “Fucking chair broke.”

Keir swallowed hard, her heart still thundering. She wriggled off of him, feeling shaky from so many orgasms. She couldn’t get up. Instead, she sprawled on the carpet, her chest still heaving.

Weylyn looked at her. Even in an unattractive pose, she was hotter than Hades. Her jade green eyes were wide with shock and fulfillment. Her lips, nipples, and pussy were all still swollen and bright pink. A trickle of semen was on the inside of one creamy thigh. His heart turned over in his chest. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

“Let me help you,” she murmured, leaning over to offer him her hand while she reached for the chair with the other hand.

She eased the chair away from him, carefully removing the dildo from his ass. Their eyes met. Her breath caught in her throat. “Oh, Weylyn,” she sighed.

He leaned over her, pushing back on the carpet. He kissed her hard, then lifted his head to stare down at her. “Who are you? Do you live in this building?”

She shook her head, tears beginning to fill her eyes. “No. I came here to meet you, but I was running late and when I went to knock on your door, you opened it. I could see you were leaving so I… I…” She broke off, swallowing and trying to push back her sudden tears.

“Why were you coming here to meet me? Who sent you?” he demanded, his body pinning her to the carpet.

“Drake,” she whispered, her eyes wide.

Weylyn went rigid. He sat up, his hands falling from her body. “Drake sent me the chair too.”

And then it happened. The connection he had been searching for earlier was made. Now, he knew where he had heard the name Keir before. He stared at her in shock. “Fuck! You’re Drake’s girlfriend. That’s where I know your name from,” he said, feeling sick to his stomach.

This incredible woman, who had fucked him as no other woman ever had before, belonged to his former lover. She was attached. He had broken one of his own rules. He couldn’t believe it. He had ignored the warning bells and screwed Drake’s girlfriend. Damn it to hell!

He turned his angry eyes on Keir, but the moment he saw her, struggling not to cry, he knew he couldn’t lash out at her. A deep sigh escaped him. What the fuck did he do now?

“Weylyn?” Keir’s voice was shaky, but she was holding off the tears. “Drake broke up with me.”

“What?” Weylyn shook his head. He could barely take in her words. All he knew what that he and Drake had been lovers once, a few years back during one of his brief trips to New York City. He’d returned to London, but he and Drake had remained friends. For the past six months all Drake could talk about was this girl he’d met named Keir, which meant “dark”. He’d seemed gaga for her. Weylyn had been happy for him. He hadn’t heard from Drake for about a month. At least, not until he’d received the package today.

“I don’t understand this at all. Why did Drake send you here?” he asked Keir.

She sat up slowly, her eyes never leaving his. “I’m not sure. He said he would send you a note. When he broke up with me, he said I wasn’t meant for him. He said he had a friend I would like more. Then he made me promise I would come and meet you,” she told him, her voice rough with emotion. “I liked Drake. He was a lot of fun, and he taught me a lot about my powers, but I wasn’t in love with him or anything. When he told me that I would like his friend Weylyn, I decided there wasn’t any harm in coming to meet you.”

She bit her lip and brushed back her hair, seemingly unconcerned with her nakedness and the scent of raw sex that filled the air. “When you opened the door tonight, I saw the chair and I saw you and… and something inside me fell into place,” she said quietly. “Your scent was like nothing I had ever smelled before. You smelled like oranges and lemons. Maybe a little grapefruit and…”

“… lime thrown in,” he finished for her, his voice filled with stunned wonder. “That’s how you smell to me.”

They looked at each other, shaken by their discovery. Then Keir got up. “Drake said he sent you a note. Didn’t you get it?”

Weylyn rose to his feet. “There was a note in the box with that thing,” he pointed to the deflated, popped, pink chair. He walked over to the dining table and pushed aside the cardboard box, picking up the note from Drake. Before his eyes, the note changed. Before, there had only been a short paragraph. Now, there was a whole letter.

“Fuck! Drake and his magic!” Weylyn exclaimed. Keir came to stand beside him and together they read the note.

“Hey Wey!

Drake”

Weylyn dropped the sheet of paper. As soon as it hit the table, all the words on it disappeared. He looked at Keir, who shrugged. “It’s a simple magic trick,” she said, meaning the letter from Drake that had first been a note, then a letter, and now was blank.

He turned away from the letter and looked at the pink chair. It was a puddle of plastic on the carpet. The porn on the TV had long since ended. There was silence in the room. He turned his head and looked at Keir, suddenly realizing that they were both still naked. She was motionless, her eyes watching him cautiously, her emotions carefully hidden behind a mask of calm. But her eyes were dark and cloudy and her pointed chin had a fine, almost imperceptible, tremor.

Weylyn breathed in deeply, the citrus scent of her filling his senses. “Drake didn’t send me a gag gift after all,” he said in a deep voice.

“No?” she rasped, a slight look of panic beginning deep in her dark green eyes.

He shook his head and took two steps toward her. The panic grew. He held out his hand to her, palm up. Her nostrils flared. “No. A friend as good as Drake would never send me something that was a joke,” he told her firmly. “The chair isn’t a joke and neither are you. You are my future, Keir.”

She blinked back a sudden rush of tears. “Really?” Her words were a wisp of sound. “You’re not just saying that because you want to get your were on, are you?”

Weylyn began to grin. He stepped closer to her, feeling the warmth of her body radiating from her skin outward. “I do want to get my were on. With you.” He reached out and took her in his arms, kissing her delicate mouth gently. He felt her respond, felt her body melting into his. The kiss deepened, and their tongues entwined.

When he broke the kiss, they were both breathless and desire was rearing its head again. Keir looked over Weylyn’s shoulder. “I don’t suppose you could…” Her voice trailed away, and she shook her head.

“What?” Weylyn asked, feeling the strangest warmth inside him. He felt comfortable in a way he never had before. Always, he had been restless and anxious for his next fuck. Now, there was a calm inside him that made him feel… happy.

Keir pointed to the deflated pink chair, lying forlornly on the carpet. “Can we patch it?” she asked, one brow arching up, her eyes glowing at him.

A wicked grin began to tug at Weylyn’s mouth. “Yeah. I think maybe I can patch it,” he told her, and kissed her again.

“There you are!”

Patrick looked up from the toolbox, distracted from his search for his favorite socket wrench. There, in the open front of his workshop stood Linnie, his insane next-door neighbor. Okay, maybe she wasn’t insane, but she was one of those people who wasn’t far from it. She sure was pretty to look at, though, especially when, as currently, she was wearing tight little cut-off shorts and one of those stretchy, shiny tank tops in vivid orange. The tank hugged her gorgeous little breasts just perfectly and the cheerleader legs extending from those shorts had starred in more than one of his late night fantasies.

Tossing back her loose wealth of nearly crimson curls, she hurried toward him, her flip-flops slapping on the cement floor. Her little hands reached out to grab his arm, heedless of the sawdust that coated the hair on his arm. “I need your help.” Her big green eyes were wide with concern.

Unthinking, he grabbed her elbow. “What’s wrong?”

She tugged his arm. “Come with me.”

He hurried after her, so caught up that he barely paused to enjoy the sway of her rounded ass as she led him through the break in the hedges between their houses and into her side door. Evidently, no one else was home, which wasn’t odd for a Saturday afternoon. Her sister, with whom she lived, worked down near the beach and frequently didn’t get home until after sundown on the weekends.

“Linnie, what’s wrong?” he asked as she hurried through the kitchen to the hall and the green carpeted stairs that led up to the bedrooms. Although he’d been in the house many times, he hadn’t ventured into the upper regions of the house for many years. Not since they were kids. That had been no man’s land since he’d hit puberty, a rule laid down by Linnie and Debbie’s father.

“Come,” she insisted, beckoning him from halfway up the staircase before she disappeared completely.

Helpless, he grabbed the banister, took a deep breath, and followed. Mr. Tanner didn’t live in the house anymore but the ominous parental presence lingered in Patrick’s mind. But, he’d never been able to deny Linnie when she needed his help. When he reached the top, he was assaulted with the smells of an all female household. Competing floral scents poured out of the open door of the pink bathroom to his left and a pall of vanilla clouded his senses from a potpourri dish on a delicate glass table on the landing.

“In here,” her voice came from an open door through which he only saw cream colored carpeting and the dark orange corner of a frilly bed.

Her bedroom. He knew that. He’d been in it before, when they were kids, when the walls had been wallpapered with pink bunnies. Her window was also directly across from the guest bedroom of his house. He’d never admit to it aloud, but during high school he’d had occasion to creep into the dark room at night with hopes of glimpsing her. He’d occasionally been rewarded and those images had fueled fantasies for years. Steeling himself, he took the steps that brought him to the threshold of heaven. The sight before him was odd enough that it took him a confused moment to figure it out.

Linnie sat cross-legged in the middle of her carpet, her back to the window that poured bright sunlight down on her hair, making the curls bloody red as they spilled over her bare shoulders. She had a mass of hot pink, see-through plastic in her hands that looked like one of those blow-up toys, half inflated. The pouting look she gave him would have rivaled any two year old’s. “I popped it. Can you fix it for me?”

Like a moth to the flame of those curls, he carefully stepped toward her, conscious of the dusty state of his workboots and the sweaty smell of himself. Seemed downright sacrilegious to be walking in her bedroom in such a state, but her helpless entreaty drew him. Easing down on his knees, he held out his hand. “What is it?”

She shoved the plastic into his grasp. “My chair.”

Curious, he turned over the plastic. “What’re you doing with a kid’s blow-up chair?”

“It’s not a kid’s chair,” she muttered.

A lot of the pink stuff remained in her lap as he studied it. A section of it seemed heavier than the rest, but he figured that was a lump of the plastic all stuck together. “Do you know where it burst?”

She grappled the plastic, turning it over some more until she found the spot. “There.” Along one of the seams, a tear had started. “Can you fix it?”

He reached up to scratch his skull, stopping when he saw the dust scattering from his short blond hair. “I think we’ve got some of those patches out back. The kind that come with pool rafts.”

Eagerly, she nodded. “Will that work?”

He shrugged. “It should. Won’t be the same color, tho.”

“That’s okay. Oh, can we go check?”

“Sure.”

Gathering the plastic to her chest and cradling like a darling pet, she stood. Unless he wanted to sit there and ogle her smooth, bare legs–which he did, but he shouldn’t–he had no choice but to stand and walk out of heaven with the prettiest of angels following at his heels.

He had her wait for him in the den while he want to the small shack out back to one corner of the pool. Took him a bit, but he found a dusty patch kit, still sealed in its own plastic, and brought it back to the sunny room that faced the pool. She again sat on the floor with the plastic in her lap, idly flipping through channels on the television. When he got back, she promptly turned it off.

“Evelyn’s not here?” she asked, thrusting the plastic into his lap when he sat on the rug before her.

“She’s staying with Ma this weekend,” he said, setting the patch down on the rug beside him as he turned over the plastic to look for the hole. “She…”

His world froze. He finally figured out why one part of the chair was oddly heavy. Not all of it was the inflatable plastic. One part of it was cylindrical, about seven inches long and an inch and a half around, made of hard plastic. Rounded at the end. Shape was familiar. It couldn’t be what he was thinking.

He heard her giggle but couldn’t tear his eyes from the thing in his lap. “Now you know why I couldn’t get anyone else to help me with this.”

He swallowed. “Is that…?”

“A dildo. Yeah.”

A dildo. A big, hard, pink dildo, complete with molded veins, stuck to what looked like the seat of her chair. “What…?”

Another giggle. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her rock back, hands gripping her knees so that she rolled back forward like a weeble. “It’s my favorite-ist chair in the world. Please fix it for me.”

Stunned, he raised his gaze to look at her. She beamed at him.

He’d known Linnie most of his life. She was one of his sister Evelyn’s best friends and their parents were as close as people could be. She and her sister had lived next door to them for years. Like he and his sister, they had continued to live in their parents’ house when both sets of parents had decided to live in one of those swanky old folks’ communities. He had always harbored a crush for Linnie. He knew. She knew. Everyone knew. But he kept it to himself and she never teased him about it.

Until now.

He frowned and looked back down at the plastic. Fine. Tamping his anger, he turned over the plastic, hiding the dildo from view. He knew she wasn’t a virgin. Lost it to that prick Howard Parks on prom night her senior year of high school. In the following two years, she’d hardly been a saint. He knew this even though he’d only recently moved back home to stay after living away during his four years of college. He wasn’t a virgin either and he could handle this.

Making no further comment, he found the rent in the plastic. He tore open the patch kit with his teeth and dumped the contents onto the rug while holding the pink mess in his lap. The dildo poked at his thigh, mocking him.

“Patrick?”

“Yeah?” He didn’t look at her, busy peeling the protective paper from the adhesive blue patch.

“You mad at me?”

“No. Why’d I be mad?”

“I dunno.” Her voice was soft. “You seem mad.”

“’M not.”

She watched in silence as he carefully spread the patch over the hole. “Patrick?”

“It’s done.” Without meeting her eyes, he held the plastic out to her.

Pause. He glanced up to see her chewing on one corner of her plump bottom lip, a habit he’d always found heartbreakingly endearing. Her eyes were on his face, not on her toy, green irises darting back and forth as she studied him.

He shook the plastic at her. “Here.”

“Blow it up for me?”

“God damn it!” He threw the deflated chair to the rug and shoved to his feet. “Don’t tease me like this, Linnie.”

She scrambled up beside him, grabbing his arm. “Patrick, wait!”

“No.” He pulled his arm but she hung on like a kitten with its claws in his mother’s curtains. “I’ll put up with a lot from you but not this.”

“Wait!” Knowing he wouldn’t hurt her, she clung, winding both arms around his bicep to press it between her soft little breasts. “You’re getting this all wrong.”

“Let go, Linnie, I’m all sweaty and dirty.”

“I know.” Her breathy tone and half-closed eyes gave him pause. With a helpless little mewl, she dropped her forehead against his shoulder, which was as high up as she went when they were both standing. “God, I messed this all up.” She squeezed harder. “Patrick, I wasn’t meaning to tease you.”

“Coulda fooled me.”

“Okay, okay, I meant to tease you a little, but…” She hung on when he tried to pry away again, her head coming up so those amazing green eyes again held him spellbound. “Only at first. I want you, Patrick, I just…” she lost some of her nerve and ducked her head again, pressing her cheek to his bare arm, “I just wasn’t sure how to let you know.”

His thoughts just plain stopped, crashed into a wall like he’d seen in car testing videos. “What?”

She wiggled against him, making him aware that she’d managed to get her hips near his thigh. He wasn’t sure when she’d wrapped one slim ankle around his shin, but there it was. “I want you.” She inhaled deeply, moaning a little, “sweaty, dusty and all.”

A lock of her hair brushed the front of his tank top. “But…?” His gaze landed on the abandoned pink lump on the floor. “The chair?”

“A joke. Kinda. It is my favorite chair and I did burst it.” She wiggled again. “I was riding it, pretending it was you.”

His knees actually wobbled, nearly toppling them both over. Anxious, he reached out to grip the end of the couch to regain his balance. “What?”

One small, short nailed hand unwound from his arm and reached up to stroke the left side of his chest. The hair matted between tank and skin seemed to come alive at her touch, teasing him with sweet, soft warmth. “It’s true. I won it at Veronica’s bachelorette party last month. I’ve been riding it a lot, thinking it was you.”

He shook his head, reaching up to grip her wrist before she found his nipple. “You never told me.”

“’Course not, silly. I was too embarrassed. But this afternoon, with everyone else gone, when it popped, I just…” She nuzzled his arm. “I’m sick of pretending it’s you. I want the real thing.”

“Linnie, if this is a joke, I’ll never forgive you.”

She finally let go of his arm and unwound her ankle so she could step around in front of him. “It’s not a joke.” He knew her serious face and that was the one she wore. Linnie had a joking streak in her, but she wasn’t cruel and he couldn’t believe that she’d hurt him that bad.

He still held her slim wrist. Without conscious thought, he used the hold to draw her in. Bending his neck, he brought his lips close to hers. His heart nearly burst to see her willingly tilt her head back, offering her mouth to his. “Linnie,” he breathed, closing the small distance to his soft destination.

Plush and warm, her lips parted beneath his, her tongue darting out to meet his. She tasted of strawberry lemonade and sweet woman. A delicious moan bled from her throat as she pressed into him, her free hand spanning over his heart as she tipped her head to the side to allow him better access. He took it, unconsciously wrapping a hand around her waist to pull her flush up against him. Her warm body felt oh so good against his, but the contact reminded him of the state of his own skin.

He pulled away and had to pry her hands from him when she whimpered and tried to stay in the kiss. “Linnie, stop. I’m filthy.”

She strained against the hands he had binding her wrists, a heavy fall of crimson hair falling over half her face as she struggled. “I don’t care.”

“I do.”

With a huff that sent the hair flying from her face, she stopped struggling. For a moment, she looked up at him, lust darkening her endless, emerald eyes. “I want you, Patrick. Now.”

He had to smile. “I want you too. But I want to be clean when we do this the first time.”

She actually shivered, grinning happily. “’Kay. Can I watch you shower?”

“No.”

She pouted. “Why not?”

He felt the heated flush on his neck and cheeks and ducked his head. “Just… no.” Releasing her wrists, he stepped back.

Incorrigible, she stepped forward, pressing herself against him. This time one of those hot little hands pressed his cock through his jeans. “Mmmm, but you’re so sexy when you’re all dirty and sweaty.”

Hastily, he stumbled back. “Hey, stop that.”

Wearing an evil grin, she stalked him as he backed toward the hallway and the stairs. “Not a chance. I’m gonna eat you up.”

His eyes went wide. In all his imaginings of the many different ways she might eventually come to want him, this particular scenario wasn’t even close to matching them. Backed up against the bannister, he held out a hand, palm toward her. “Stop.”

She did, but looked ready to pounce. Her gaze raked him up and down, pausing significantly just below his belt buckle.

He swallowed in a dry throat. “I’m gonna go take a quick shower.”

She cocked and eyebrow, some wicked thought occurring to her. Seemingly obedient, she stood up, crossing her arms across her chest. “Okay. But make it fast.”

He grinned. “Yes, ma’am.” Hurriedly, he spun and took the stairs three at a time.

Stupid! He riled at himself as he grabbed a cleanish pair of jeans from the dresser drawer in his room and sped into the bathroom. She’ll be gone by the time you get out. But he meant what he said. Much as he wanted to take her before she changed her mind, he didn’t want to take her covered in cedar dust.

He washed as fast as he was able, but he’d been cutting wood for hours and was coated in a fine layer of dust and grime. He had to wash his short hair twice before it rinsed clean and he wouldn’t leave the shower stall until the water swishing down the drain at his feet was clear. At last he was done and he toweled off quickly. His skin was still damp when he jumped into his jeans, carefully tucking his raging hard on behind his button fly before he finally went to open the door.

All the blood rushed from his head into his cock at the sight he saw. “Jesus Christ!”

There she sat, naked, in the middle of his queen-sized bed. Her knees were bent, her back arched, her hands braced on the green and blue bedspread behind her feet. The pink chair, half inflated, was trapped between taut thighs. Her head was thrown back, crimson hair brushing her shins, as she rocked her hips. Mesmerized, he stepped toward her to get a better look at what little was visible of the pink dildo that was embedded within the prettier pink folds of her sex.

Her head came up and she regarded him through half closed eyes. “I couldn’t wait.”

Speechless, he took in the sight of her. He’d always known that his little angel was much more of a mischievous devil, but she was proving it to him now. Her pert little breasts swayed as she rocked, the surprisingly large rose-colored nipples swollen at the hard peaks. A fine sheen of sweat made her skin shine in the light from the window, sweet caramel where she was tanned and vanilla warm where her bikini had protected her more private parts. Private parts she now eagerly displayed for him.

Bracing her weight on one hand, she brought the other up and reached for him. “Patrick, help me.”

Swallowing, he knelt on the edge of the bed, hands hovering, unsure. “Help you what?”

She grinned. “Help me come.”

Delighted, he matched her grin. He made so bold as to reach out to take her hips in his hands, feeling the rock of her bones underneath his palms. “How do you want me to help you?”

Her hand latched onto his bare shoulder, fingers digging in. It was quickly followed by the other hand on his other shoulder so that he was now supporting most of her negligible weight. “Any way you want,” she gasped, jerking her hips hard. “Touch me.”

So many choices on where to start! He thought fast, then leaned into her. “Lay back.”

She let him lower her to her back, her head coming to rest in a cloud of crimson curls on his pillow. How many times had he wanted to see this? “Patrick!” she groaned when he hesitated too long.

“Sorry.” He braced over her, breathing softly over her lips. “You’re too beautiful. I have to look at you.”

She groaned, digging her fingernails into his shoulders. “Look later. Touch now!”

He grinned. “Yes, ma’am.”

He kissed her, but realized right off the bat that while she liked it, that’s not what she wanted. It was actually really easy to read her. At least, he hoped he was reading her right. No way to tell but to do. She sure as hell would stop him if he went astray. He trailed wet kisses down her throat, tonging her fluttering pulse. He let his hands slide down her sides, back to her still rocking hips. Her knees were fully bent, her heels up by her butt, but she was clearly comfortable. It reminded him of her cheerleader days, which just made him harder. He was really touching her! He was tasting the hollow of her throat. She was letting him nibble at the swell of one sweetly fragrant breast and she moaned, grabbing his head when he finally reached a nipple. Linnie’s nipple. In his mouth. Linnie’s little body, writing beneath him.

Linnie’s hips, riding a pink dildo. Okay, he had to fix that part.

In a second. First, the other nipple, a little candied nub between his teeth. Who knew she’d shake like that if he batted at it with his tongue? Would she do that when he sucked on her clit? Only one way to find out. Eager, he tried to contain himself as he left her breast and licked a path down her softly rounded belly to the neatly trimmed curls above her sex. Much darker here, a few shades lighter than her natural brown. Not that he didn’t like the red, but he ached with pleasure to nuzzle her here, inhaling her scent over the smell of the plastic and latex. Nose buried in curls, he lapped down with his tongue, nudging the hood that protected her clit.

Her hips jerked, a moan tearing from her throat.

Smiling, he spread his palms on her thighs and pressed them farther open. He took a moment to watch the thick pink invader slip a little from her folds, bringing with it a wash of fragrant wet. Her clit burst forth from his protective hood, shiny and swollen and begging for his kiss. Who was he to deprive it? Savoring the moment, he pursed his lips and slowly sucked her in.

Small, strong fingers combed through his hair. “Paaaatriiiick!”

Now that was music for his soul. He thanked her for it by lapping at her swollen nub, drinking in her juices.

“Oh, God, yes! Patrick, yes!” She writhed underneath him but the position of her legs kept her mostly trapped.

He kept his hands on her thighs and angled his head, making a meal of her. After a moment of tasting, he growled and reached down to pull out the dildo.

“Ungh!” she protested.

He tossed the plastic aside, heedless of her cry. With demanding hands, he moved her legs, bending her knees properly so he could settle between her thighs and angle her hips in order to get his whole mouth over her weeping sex.

“Oh, yes!”

Her thighs pressed his cheeks, her heels digging into the middle of his back. Desperate hands shoved in his hair. He was aware of all this on the outskirts of his thoughts but his attention was centered on the delicacy in his mouth and the sweet, swollen tissues he explored with his tongue.

“Patrick, God! Patrick, yes!”

A flood of warmth bathed his tongue as he wormed it as far as he could into her clutching center. He had to hold her hips had as she thrashed beneath him, crying out and scratching the back of his neck. The barely suppressed screams of her orgasm spurred him on and he was determined that he was going to devour her until she made him stop.

Which she eventually did. After two shaking climaxes, she clutched his hair, yanking. “Stop.”

Her breathless plea made his heart pound. No, his heart had been pounding, supplying blood to the neglected erection he pressed into the mattress. Looking up, he was mesmerized by the haphazard fall of red curls over one side of her face, the one green eye he could see simmering with lust.

She sat up, forcing him to his knees. Cupping his jaw, she wiped at her juices covering his skin and guided his lips to hers. He groaned when she lapped at his lips, tasting herself. “Fuck me,” she whispered. Licking him, kissing him, she drew away to demand it again. “Fuck me, Patrick.”

Hearing the growl in his own throat, he pulled away. “God, I hope I have a condom.”

As he stood, hands at the waistband of his jeans, she rolled over toward the edge of the bed. He shucked his jeans and she snatched up her shorts. Quick fingers dug a packet our of one of her pockets. “I’ve got condoms,” she announced triumphantly, sitting up. Her gaze dropped to his cock. “Oh man!”

Pride swelled his dick further, making it twitch and stand just a little bit more.

“Oh man,” she continued to stare, dropping the condoms on the bed beside her. “Have I been missing that all this time?”

“Yep.” Grinning, he knelt on the bed and picked up one of the packets.

She reached out to wrap a hand around his cock, making him pause. “How stupid am I?”

He had no answer for her other than a sigh of appreciation as she stroked him.

“I’m sorry, Patrick,” she whispered, lips brushing the hair over his right nipple. “I’m sorry I made you wait.” She lapped at his nipple. “I promise to make it up to you.”

Heart swelling to match his cock, he wrapped his arms around her, needing to hold her close, not quite believing she was real.

She held him back, nuzzling his chest, stroking his cock. Not until he felt the coolness of latex at the tip of his cock did he realize that she’d picked up the other condom and was smoothing it on him. When he looked down at her, she smiled, nipped his chin, then leaned back out of his embrace. He let her go, watching her sink back into his pillows. She held out her arms. “I want you inside me.”

Eager to comply, he lowered himself over her, settling into the cradle of her hips. Reaching down, he settled his cock at her entrance. In his fantasies, he’d never been quite sure that her tiny body could accommodate him. After seeing her with the dildo, he knew she’d have no problem. Watching her face, watching her watch him, he eased into her in one, slow push. Pleasure flushed her cheeks and shuttered her eyes, but she kept them open, matching his smile as they finally became one.

“You feel so good,” she sighed, wrapping her legs around his waist.

“So do you.”

She wound her arms around his neck, drawing him in. “Make me fly, Patrick.”

Groaning, he had to force aside many memories of when they were kids and he’d swung her around by the arms. That was certainly not what she meant now!

He pulled back and thrust in again, swallowing her squeal and topping it with a groan of his own. Her hands cupped the back of his head, her breasts crushed beneath his chest. He cradled her back with his hands, holding her firmly while pushing his cock to the hilt in her warmth. She met him thrust for thrust, proving all over again that she was stronger and more sturdy than she looked. She growled and clawed, spitting like a cat and throwing her head back when he evidently hit a good spot. “More!” she demanded and he gave her all he could, bracing his legs so he could slam into her like he always wanted. He was grunting like an animal but that was okay because she was growling like one. When she came, she clutched at him with arms, legs and pussy, swallowing him as best her little body could. It was plenty to force his poor helpless cock to burst and spill its load into the condom’s reservoir tip.

He collapsed, panting, atop her, holding himself on his elbows as best he could to avoid smothering her. She made it difficult, though, pulling him down, whimpering until he finally gave in and let her have his weight. Grunting like a happy little piglet, she wiggled and wrapped him in warmth, smoothing her hands over his back.

“Patrick.”

“Huh?”

She giggled. “You’re better than my favorite chair.”

Love Thy Neighbor
Monica Kaye
Copyright © 2008, Monica Kaye, All Rights Reserved

“What the fuck?!?”

Yolie Wilson stop short as she entered her apartment. Her briefcase clattered to the ground as it slipped from her suddenly lifeless fingers as her eyes were riveted to the large pink plastic chair that had somehow taken residence in her home.

She strode over to the massive pink obscenity that sat smack dab in the middle of her neat, impeccably decorated living room. The bright neon color stood out like…well, the big pink cock that stood up at least eight inches from the center of the pink plastic monstrosity. The sight was made even more obscene by the giant pink bow that encircled the head of the fake dick.

Who in the world would send her such a thing? Even before the question was finished, she knew the answer.

Chandra. It had to be. Her cousin delighted in finding ever more inventive ways to embarrass Yolie with each passing birthday. It seemed that for Yolie’s thirtieth birthday, Chandra had decided to go all out.

Yolie snatched at the card dangling from the gaily wrapped penis, careful not to actually make contact with it.

Sure enough, the card read, “Everyone should get laid on their thirtieth birthday. You’re no exception. Love, Chandra.”

“Love Chandra, my ass,” Yolie bit out as she marched over to the phone and punched in her cousin’s number. Her toe beat a rapid staccato on her gleaming hardwood floor as the phone rang. And rang. And rang. The coward wasn’t picking up so she listened with barely restrained impatience as her cousin’s disgustingly cheerful voice filled her ear.

“Hi, you’ve reached Chandra. I’m not available right now. I’m either away from my phone or under some really hot guy. But leave a message and I’ll call you back. Oh, and if this is Yolie, I hope you liked my gift.” Beep.

Yolie kept her voice at a low snarl. “Chandra, this is your cousin Yolanda.” Yolie only used her full name to indicate that she was serious. “And, no I do not like my gift. How could you? What have I ever done to you to deserve a giant pink dildo chair in my living room? Didn’t you get enough of my humiliation when you walked into my eighteenth birthday party with a six-foot inflatable cock? Or that time you sent that all nude male stripper to give me a lap dance in front of my parents? This is the last straw. I swear Chandra, if this pink shit isn’t out of my house my tomorrow, I’m telling your mom about the piercings. ALL of them!” Yolie jabbed violently at the ‘Talk’ button on her handset. She knew that the blackmail was a petty threat but it was all she had.

Yolie let out a tired sigh as she shrugged out of her suit jacket. Her eyes conspicuously avoided straying over to the object of her annoyance. She walked into her bedroom. Wearily, she removed her red silk blouse and black slacks. It had been a very long day for her. Not to mention she was thirty.

Thirty.

The word tripped across her thoughts. It was not a number that she was happy with and tried to avoid like the plague. Not that she had much to show for her thirty years on the planet. No man, no kids. And no sex in two years.

Maybe that was why Chandra had sent the thing.

She circled the chair, her teeth worrying at her lower lip. She wondered how exactly her cousin had managed to get it into her house. Chandra didn’t have a key. Someone had to have let her in. The only people with spares were her mother and Roman, her neighbor.

Yolie shivered as she imagined her handsome neighbor. Roman had occupied her fantasies ever since he had moved in across the hall a little over a year ago. She pictured him in her mind. Tall, glossy mahogany hair, frost blue eyes, and the most delectable mouth she had ever seen. Seriously, she thought, it should be illegal for a man to have a mouth like that. Every time she saw him, she felt an insane urge to bite down on that full lower lip.

She ran a hand through her mid-length wavy hair. She felt an insane urge to yank on it. If Chandra had used Roman to get into the apartment, she was going to make sure that Chandra paid. Big time.

She did another slow turn around the pink plastic chair. This time a bit more intrigued. It certainly was…pink. Especially the thick faux cock that jutted up from the center of it. Yolie’s pussy clenched. It had been a long time since anything other than her own fingers had penetrated her. A part of her wondered what it would be like to have thick, rosy girth inside her.

She tried to look away but something about it kept her mesmerized. It couldn’t hurt to touch it. Just a little bit. She did another slow circle, this time running her finger along the smooth, cool synthetic back. Tiny shivers of desire enveloped her like so many bubbles, causing a little flood that dampened her panties and hardened her nipples.

She leaned over and reached out a shaky finger, intending to see what it felt like. The knock on the door was a loud as a cannon’s boom throughout the apartment.

Yolie jerked back and placed a hand over her racing heart. What the hell! Had she actually been contemplating using that thing? She shook her head to clear it. She realized that she was hard up, but she hadn’t known the extent of it until just now. Was she really contemplating fucking an enormous pink dildo?

Apparently so.

She walked over to the door on rubbery legs. When she got to the door, she stood up on her tip toes to look out the peep hole.

Shit! Roman!

She collapsed against the door. The cool door against her cheek did little to stem the tide of rising heat into her face.

“Yolie? I know you’re there. I heard you come in a few minutes ago. Are you going to answer the door?”

She bit down hard on her lip. She shouldn’t let him in. Not with the chair occupying such a prominent place in her living room. Had he let Chandra into the apartment?

Please God no, she prayed.

“Yolie? I can hear you breathing.” Roman’s husky British-accented voice was teasing.

She blew out a hard breath. There was no way around it. She was going to have to answer the door.

Yolie hastened to straighten out her blouse. She ran a hand through her hair to try to tame it into some semblance of order. She took in a few deep breaths, attempting to stop the breakneck pace of her heart that had kicked into overdrive at the sight of her hunky neighbor through the peep hole.

She pasted a smile on her face and opened the door.

Just enough to stick her head out.

“Hey! Roman. What can I do for you?” She asked in a slightly breathy tone.

Roman flashed a smile, those oh-so-luscious lips parting to reveal strong white teeth. Yolie struggled to suppress a shudder. Those lips should be illegal on a man. His full bottom lip jutted out ever so slightly. Every time she saw him, she had an insane urge to nip it. She was sure that he did not entertain such thoughts about her.

“Good evening, Yolie. I was beginning to think that you were ignoring me.”

She forced a laugh. “That’s silly. Why would I do that?”

“Are you okay? You look a bit peeked?”

She raised a hand to her warm face. “Do I? I was just in the middle of…something.” She couldn’t force her brain to come up with anything clever.

“Sorry to bother. I wanted to speak with you. Can I come in?”

Her mind went blank. “Come in? Now?”

“Actually, I was asking now for next week. I like to plan things in advanced.”

She laughed weakly. “Um, sorry. Stupid question.”

“So, may I?”

“Uh…can this wait? I really am in the middle of something.”

“What? Have you got a chap in there?”

Yolie was sure that she imagined the edge in his voice. He certainly wasn’t jealous.

“Uh…no.”

“So…”

She was desperate. “Can I come over to your house in a few minutes?”

“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be a prat but when I arrived home, I saw a note from your cousin, Chandra.”

Yolie’s heart plummeted into her stomach. “You did?” She pushed the words past her rapidly closing throat.

“Yeah. I thought it was a bit odd but she insisted that I come over here and that I not take no for an answer.”

“Do you always do want random people tell you to do in letters?”

Roman smiled and leaned a shoulder negligently against her doorframe. She couldn’t help but admire the way his blue button-down shirt hugged the broad expanse of his chest as he crossed his hands over his chest. He was still dressed in a pair of neatly pressed navy slacks so she guessed that he, too, had just returned home from work and had yet to change. Yolie couldn’t resist a long, slow perusal of his lean form. He really was gorgeous in a ‘this guy can’t be real’ kind of way. Movie star perfect with his crystalline blue eyes and bluish-black hair. She should know. He had been the star of many a late-night fantasy in the time that they’d been neighbors.

“Only when it’s something that I’d want to do anyway. Besides, your behavior makes me think that you’ve got something going on in there that you don’t want me to see.”

She shook her head as if to clear it. What was he talking about? Shit! She remembered her question to him. Panic gripped her throat as she processed his answer.

Oh, God! Did he know?

“Why do you say that?” Yolie narrowed her eyes as she stared at him suspiciously.

“Oh, I don’t know. Could it be the fact that you are trying ever so desperately to keep me from coming in or the fact that I seem to be talking to a disembodied head? You’ve definitely aroused my…curiosity.”

Roman leaned in, trying to look into her apartment over her head. Yolie straightened up to try to block his view. Not that it would do much good. He stood a good 10 inches above her own 5-foot-six height. As she did, she caught a whiff of him. God, he smelled so good! Like exotic spices and sex. She had never before thought that a man could smell like sex but that was before she met Roman.

Roman smiled, this time a little quirk of his lips as his eyelids dropped down, covering his frosty gaze that somehow seemed to be more fire than ice. Her breath trapped in her chest as he leaned into her.

“Come on, love, let’s have a look, shall we?” His warm cinnamon scented breath feathered over her cheek as he spoke.

Goosebumps exploded over her skin and her nipples tightened into diamond hard points. When he spoke like that, Yolie doubted that there was anything that she could deny him.

She blew out a defeated breath. She was well and truly caught.

“Come in.” She opened the door wider and kept step behind it. She closed her eyes and held her breath as he stepped inside. It was only a matter of time before he saw it.

“Now, there’s a love. If I didn’t know any better, I would think that you didn’t like me. In fact—Good Lord, is that a prick coming out of that chair?”

If the ground opened up and swallowed her right then, it wouldn’t be soon enough. Yolie’s feet dragged as though encased in cement as she shut the door. Once closed, she could do nothing more than lean weakly against it.

“Yup.”

“And it’s here? In your living room?”

“Apparently.”

She heard his footsteps as he moved further into the living room. She kept her eyes closed, not wanting to see the disgust, or worse yet the laughter, outlined on his face.

“Well, I must say that it is an impressive bit of thing. It’s sure to be the hit of your next party. Don’t forget to send me an invitation.”

The shock in his voice had eased its way back to amusement.

Yolie bit her lip to hold back the explanations that threatened to tumble out. It was none of his business if her entire apartment was filled with gigantic neon pink dildoes.

“Yolie?”

“Huh?”

“What are you doing?”

“I’m waiting.” She resisted the urge to bang her head against the wall in search of sweet oblivion.

“Waiting? For what?”

“Death. I figure that in addition to this being my birthday, it’s also the single most humiliating day of my life so death is the only viable alternative to living this down. I didn’t really want to live past thirty anyway.”

Her eyes were still closed as she contemplated death, her ears deaf to everything. So it was with some surprise when she felt a wisp of air cross her cheeks. Her eyes snapped open. Roman had crossed the room and was now standing in front of her. His arms bracketed either side of her head, effectively caging her in. Heat poured off his body in waves. Yolie felt an answering heat in her own body. Her nipples hardened even further, their tips almost brushing the front of his shirt. A small shift and she would be flush against him.

Her heart stuttered in her chest. This was the first that that she and Roman had ever been this close. The experience was heady and she felt a bit light headed. Her breath quickened

“What are you doing?” She knew it was a stupid question but couldn’t stop the whispered words.

Roman’s icy blue gaze blazed with undisguised lust. How was it possible for a person’s eyes to appear cold but burn at the same time? She felt another moist gush explode from her pussy at the hungry look.

“You know, in all the times that I imagined us together, never once did I contemplate the use of sexual aids. I prefer to be a bit more hands-on.”

What? He had imagined them together? Yolie’s heart almost burst at the admission. Never once had he ever let on that he felt anything for other than friendship. She never really believed that she was his type. He seemed to prefer tall, sultry blondes in need of a good meal. Yolie was short, brunette with more than enough meat packed into her compact body. Not that she was fat, but she was more than cushioned in some areas, namely her ass and her breasts.

She didn’t know what to say to that. Her tongue flicked out to moisten her suddenly dry lips. Roman’s greedy stare followed the movement.

“Has anyone ever told you that you have amazing skin? All beautifully brown and toasted. The color of almonds. I’ve always wondered if it felt as soft as it looks. May I?”

She nodded unable to push any words past her constricted throat. Roman removed a hand from the door and used is fingers to trace a delicate path down her neck until it rested in the hollow of her throat. Her pulse beat a rapid tattoo, the sound filling her head until all she heard was the sound of her wildly beating heart and her own labored breathing. Her eyes fluttered closed.

“Mmmm…” he purred. “Soft and warm. Just like I thought. Are you hot, Yolie?”

She shivered at the double entendre but she didn’t answer.

“Hmmm. You’re a little moist, too,” he said as his fingers gathered the dew that pooled at the base of neck. “Are you wet, Yolie?”

Yolie couldn’t stop the moan that shuddered past her lips.

Roman’s finger ventured lower until it flirted around the edges of blouse, running along the upper swells of her bosom.

“I bet you have beautiful breasts. I’ve given a lot of thought to them. I know they’re large. I imagined that they would be tipped with large brown areolas, darker than your skin. I imagined how they would come to life when I took them into my mouth, worried them with my teeth, lapped at them with my tongue. I imagined how you would beg me to suck them, how you would squirm and plead with me to pet your pretty pussy. Have you thought about that? Do you ever wonder what it would be like to have my cock pounding into you tight pussy, my mouth on your tight nipples?”

“Yes,” she moaned. She had. She had thought of all of that and more.

Suddenly, he was gone. Her eyes snapped opened at the loss of his touch. She collapsed against the door, her legs no longer able to support her. Her eyes tracked him as he made his way over to the pink chair.

“You know, seeing this chair has put all sorts of new ideas into my head, love.”

Yolie couldn’t stop the shiver at the use of the endearment.

“Yeah?” she asked, watching as he ran his palm over the high back of the chair.

“Oh, yes. Strip.”

She blinked, unsure that she’d heard him right. “Excuse me.”

“I think you understood that just fine. Take off your clothes, Yolie.”

Normally, she considered herself to be a very independent woman and chafed at the idea of following a man’s orders. But something about the way he said it, the flash of desire in his pale eyes had her lifting her arms to the buttons of her shirt. She squared her chin and lifted her back off the door. She raised her eyes to meet his challenging stare.

She made quick work of her shirt and allowed it to slide off her shoulders and down her arms until it floated into pool at her feet leaving her in a pink satin and black lace bra that barely covered her nipples. She had a penchant for lingerie and this bra made her feel particularly sexy.

She could tell that Roman approved. The heat in his eyes flared higher as he broke eye contact and allowed his gaze to roam over her body. Yolie felt every invisible sweep of his eyes as though she were touched with fire. His heated gazed slid to her nipples. She hadn’t thought it were possible for them to harden any further. She was wrong. They stretched out as though seeking his attention. She remembered what he’d said about what he’d do to them and tiny tremors racked her body. She wanted that

“Now the pants.”

Her hands went to the front placket of her slacks. Her fingers were strangely numb but after a few fumbles, she managed to unhook the button and grasp the tab of the zipper. The sound of the metal teeth pulling apart blasted through the silent room. Once finished, she pushed the fabric from her hips and kicked it away once it reached her feet. When it was all over, she stood in matching black lace boyshorts and garter belt that held up gossamer thin silk stockings. She still wore her three-inch black leather pumps.

Roman let out a ragged breath. She knew that she had surprised him with her choice of lingerie. She had never felt so exposed in her life. She resisted the urge to cover herself.

She allowed her own gaze to follow the tall, lean, line of his body. She skimmed over his broad chest to his narrow hips. The front of his pants bulged as though unable to contain the flesh hidden behind it. Her eyes widened, either he hung or he kept a baby bat in his pants. She licked her lips as she envisioned what he might look like.

Her eyes shot back to his face. He smirked as though he had read her thoughts. Another wave of heat washed over her face. Her hands were trembling as she brought them up to the front clasp of her bra.

“No, don’t. I rather think that I would like to finish. Come here.”

She forced her legs to stiffen and move forward. Roman hungrily tracked every move. She suppressed a giggle at the image of a lamb being brought to the slaughter flashed through her mind. She stopped

“Turn around. Face the chair.”

Again, any thought of resistance was nonexistence. She did as he commanded.

Roman came up behind her. She gasped at the blast of heat against her back as he captured her hips and brought her flush against him. She moaned deep in the back of her throat as her ass came in contact with his massive erection. She vaguely heard his answering groan. She couldn’t stop herself from grinding against it as soft, needy sounds escaped her lips. The lift of her high heels was just enough to position her right where she wanted to be.

“You like that? You like the feel of my cock against you?” He thrust his hips against her. She could do nothing more than moan. Her head fell back against his shoulder.

He laughed. The husky sound scraped across her ragged nerves. Her skin was tight and itchy. She felt his hands leave her hips and glide over her sides. His touch was fire across her sensitized skin.

“I love your breasts. Look down. I want you to watch my hands on you.”

She looked down to where his hands cupped her. He was a large man with large hands and still over filled them. For long breathless moments he did little but hold her. A restless energy flowed through her. She was so needy for his touch she wanted to scream. Her breasts were heavy and achy.

Using his thumbs, he ran across her sensitive nipples. She shuddered and arched into his palms, silently asking for more. He kept his touch a light strum back and forth, back and forth causing the lace of her bra to chafe against her super responsive points. She squirmed against him, seeking a firmer touch.

Finally she could no longer stand it. She did as he bade. She begged.

“Please.”

That appeared to be the magic word. Roman moved his hands to the front catch of her bra and opened it with a deft flick of his fingers. Yolie’s breast spilled out into his eager palms. She looked down to see her smooth brown skin against his lighter toned fingers. She had never been with a white man before and the contrast between their skin was fascinating. She waited, breathless as his fingers hovered above the pouty peaks of her breast. The delay was sweetly agonizing.

Just when she thought that she could take no more, he caught the distended tips between his thumbs and forefingers, squeezing lightly. She shuddered against the onslaught of desire and pushed against the fiery fingers. He gave what she asked for. He once again grabbed her nipples between his fingers, only this time the squeeze was harder. She has no warning as liquid heat spiraled from her breasts and the orgasm surged throughout her body and pooled at the juncture between her thighs. She collapsed against Roman, unable to hold up her own weight. Her eyes fluttered closed.

“God, you are beautiful. So ripe and ready. I’ve never had a woman orgasm from simply playing with her nipples. You’re so sensitive.” Roman’s breath was heated against her cheek as he continued to pluck at her nipples, alternating between squeezing tightly and strumming gently.

Suddenly, his hands were gone. Her eyes flew open. They tracked his hands as they skimmed over her soft belly and slipped beneath her panties. His finger tangled briefly in the short nest of curls guarding her femininity before dipping lower. The sound of lace being rent apart filled the air. He had ripped off her panties leaving her clad only in her garter belt and stockings.

She gave no thought to her ruined undergarments as he ran his knuckle up and down her aching slit. She was sure that moisture coated his hands her pussy was weeping so. She gasped as he inserted a finger into her heated pussy. Her delicate muscles clamped down on him and she heard him groan.

“Lord, you are so wet.”

He slowly withdrew his finger before thrusting two back in. She moaned as her head thrashed against his shoulder. It had been so long since anyone had touched her. Roman added a third finger into her weeping pussy. Black dots danced before her eyes and for one brief moment she thought she would pass out. The feeling subsided and her body adjusted to the sweet invasion. He set a hard pace. Ever so slowly withdrawing his fingers before thrusting back in. In. Out. In. Out. Her hips moved in perfect harmony to his pace as he finger-fucked her. She was insensate with desire. The only sounds that got past her throat were breathless moan.

“Look at the chair, Yolie.”

Her eyes snapped open. Roman

“Do you see it?”

She swallowed, forcing saliva past her parched throat before nodding.

“I want you to fuck it. Fuck it like you want to fuck me.”

She shook her head. She didn’t want a piece of latex. She wanted him. Deep inside her until neither one could tell where the other began.

“Do you want me to fuck you, Yolie? Do you want to feel my hard cock in your tight pussy?” He ground his hips against

Her head bobbed up and down in enthusiastic agreement. God, yes. She wanted him. Pumping brutally into her. She wanted to hear the sound of his balls smacking against her ass as he fucked her hard.

“Then you will do as I say. I promise you that you’ll be satisfied.” With those words, he withdrew from her body. The tight walls of her pussy grasped at him, not wanting to give him up but their effort was in vain. Roman stepped away from her. Yolie bobbled for a moment until she regained her balance.

She turned to look at him. She stood a couple feet away. He was still fully dressed.

How could he still be dressed, she thought while she thrummed with the aftermath of one climax and stood on the precipice of another.

He raised a single eyebrow. “Well?”

She turned back to the chair. Her teeth chewed at her lower lip. Could she do it? Could she sit down on an enormous pink faux phallus? And in front of the man who had been front and center in all of her most intimate dreams for the past year?

She could. On one condition.

“If I do this, you have to be naked,” she said as she spun around once more to face him.

Roman’s mouth quirked. “Really?” He tilted his head to the side as though considering her proposition. Yolie shifted her feet as she awaited his answer. After an interminable moment, he shrugged and raised his hands to the buttons of his shirt.

Yolie’s entire body tensed as her eyes followed his fingers as they unlooped each button to reveal his chest. Now, that’s what they call a six-pack, she marveled when he tossed the shirt away. His chest was heavy and thickly muscled as though he played football. A thin layer of dark curly hair ran across his pecs and tapered off as it disappeared beneath the waistband of his slacks.

Wait, didn’t they play rugby in England? She clamped down her lips as a giggle threatened to escape at the random thought.

His hands stilled. “Is there something funny?”

“No, not at all continued.” She raised her hand in a vague gesture.

He merely shrugged before unbuckling his belt while at the same time toeing off his shiny black loafers. Yolie couldn’t help but stare at his crotch. It was crude, she knew but she needed to see what he was packing. She licked her lips in anticipation. She heard his swiftly indrawn breath and snapped her eyes to his face. His eerily beautiful face was set into stern lines of desire. He held her gaze as he pushed down his pants, taking his shorts, if he had any, with him. He stood there, proud, daring her to find any fault with his body.

She sucked in a breath. The man was magnificent. If he was gorgeous clothed, then he was ‘make you wanna smack your mama’ fine when he was naked.

“Damn,” she breathed. She was right. The man’s daddy had to have been a horse. There was no other explanation for the exquisite monster that jutted out from between his thighs. The tip of it almost brushed his belly button. He was even bigger than the dildo in the chair. And if he wasn’t as thick as her wrist, she’d eat her own panties.

“I take it I meet with your approval.”

She heard the soft mocking in his voice but ignored it. Her eyes glued to his magnificent shaft, she took a step forward, her hand extended. Her palms itched to get in contact with that steely flesh.

He stepped back. “Uhn, uhn, uhn. Not so fast. I think you owe me something.”

“What?” she asked as though in a stupor.

“The chair, Yolie.”

She blinked up at him. Fuck! The chair. Exactly, she thought. Fuck the chair. Not Roman. Not yet.

She drew in a deep breath and turned her back to him. On unsteady legs she took the five steps that brought her shins flush with the Pink Monster, as she was beginning to think of it. She removed the bow and threw it over her shoulder. The mechanics of actually getting onto the chair baffled her for a moment. It wasn’t as though she could actually just plop down. Not without what she was sure to be an eventful trip to the ER. She supposed she could straddle it and use the back to steady herself.

“No,” Roman said as though guessing the direction of her thoughts. “I want you facing me. I want to see you as you take that big dick into your sweet pussy. I want to watch your face as you ride it, imagining that it’s me.”

His words sent ripples of lust zinging along her nerves.

She turned around to face him. Roman was now sitting on her couch where he had a front row view of all the action, so to speak. She watched with hungry eyes as he wrapped his large hand around his cock. It encircled it. Barely. He began to move his palm up and down the shaft. She saw a tiny drop of fluid appear at the tip. Her tongue snaked out as she imagined using it to gather up the fluid. She bet he tasted like heaven.

“Yolie, I’m waiting,” he said in a sing-song voice that was completely at odds with the carnal hunger that emanated from his very pores.

She shook her head and got back to the task at hand. The only way to do it would be to spread her legs wide on either side on the chair and use her thighs to lower herself down. Which was what she did. She went slowly. She gasped at the first touch of the smooth, latex head. She eased the tip in. The thing really was big, especially for her. She raised her head to look at Roman. His hands continued their leisurely tugging motion on his cock. If it were even possible, he seemed to grow even harder as he watched Yolie take in the pink latex. Finally, after several long moments, she was seated to the hilt and was able to relax her burning thighs. She was surprised at how good it actually felt.

“Good girl. How do you feel?”

“Full,” she gasped.

“Not as full as you’re going to be. Now be a good girl and start to fuck it.”

This was one command that she could easily follow. She began to undulate her hips. She used her thighs and calves to raise herself up a few inches before lowering herself again. She did this several times, each time the feeling was better than the rest. Her eyes drifted closed and soon nothing mattered but her own pleasure. Nothing existed but her and the thick object penetrating her. Up and down. Up and down. Each breach into her weeping pussy was better than the one before.

“Oh, God,’ she whispered as she ground her swollen clit against the base of the thickly veined latex.

She heard a growl and her snapped open her eyes. Roman had left the couch and was stalking over to her. His thick cock bobbed between his legs with every step that he took. He stopped, his beautiful manhood just inches away from her lips.

“Suck it. Take my cock into your mouth.”

He didn’t need to say it twice. She parted her lips and leaned her head forward. Her tongue darted out to catch the fluid that seeped out the head of his cock.

“Mmmm,” she purred. He tasted salty and musky, all man.

She used her tongue to swirl around the mushroom head before swooping about halfway down his shaft. He was too big for her to get more that a few inches into her mouth so she brought her hands up to grasp the part of him that she wasn’t able to reach with her mouth. In this position, she wasn’t able to do much more than grind her clit against the base of the penis but the sensation was more than enough.

“Yes,” he hissed. “Suck me.”

Roman lifted his hands to tangle them in the back of her head. He neither guided her nor forced her head; he simply held it in place. She risked a peek up at his face. His head was thrown back. The veins in his throat bulged as his Adam’s apple bobbed. A shiver ran through her at the knowledge of the power over this strong man.

Yolie allowed her eyes to drift shut again as she concentrated on pleasuring the hard staff in her mouth.

“Harder,” he growled.

She complied, hollowing out her cheeks as she sought to bring him deeper into the moist cavern of her mouth. She was rewarded for her effort with a deep groan. Her hands and mouth worked in conjunction with one another, alternately sucking and grasping him tightly.

“Damn, you have a sweet mouth,” he muttered before pulling his cock out of her mouth. Yolie tried to follow but he stepped back before she could reclaim him.

“What’s the matter?”

“Nothing, love. Any more of that and I’d have spilled into that delectable mouth of yours. And while the idea is certainly appealing, it will have to keep for another time. Right now I would much rather come into that delicious little pussy of yours. Come now, off we go.”

Before she could draw a breath, he grasped her beneath her arms and hauled her off the chair. She moaned at the sensation of the veiny fake cock as it slipped out of her. Roman took advantage of her open mouth by pressing his to it. His tongue speared deep and she knew that he tasted himself on her. Their tongues lashed together, each seeking the other in desperation. Yolie wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed closer. Her nipples rubbed against the hair on his chest, causing delicious shivers that ended in her pussy.

Before she knew what happened he had lowered them both to the floor in front of the chair. He pulled away. She reached for him only to be placed on her hands and knees, facing the Pink Monster. She saw that the shaft was still wet with her juices. She turned to look over her shoulder, watched as he reached for his pants to pull out the small foil packet with the distinctive black Magnum label. He certainly didn’t buy them for show. She was enthralled as he pulled

Roman ran his finger down her spine, tracing every vertebrae. She arched into his touch like a cat seeking her master’s caress. He stopped when he reached her bottom and proceeded to cup both her cheeks in his palm. “You have such a lovely ass. I wonder has it ever been fucked?”

Her eyes popped as she shook her head. No one had ever tried to go there, she would never let them. And she sure as shit was not about to let him ram that baby bat in there.

“Pity, not the time, I think. But I must warn you, I have definite plans for it in the future. Ah, there it is,” he groaned as he spread her cheeks apart. In the position, she knew that he had just about the clearest view of her weeping pussy.

“Such a pretty little cunt,” he mused. Normally, she would have winced at the use of the word but once again Roman had weaved a spell that made anything that he said, or did, acceptable.

“And so wet. It’s positively dripping down your thigh. How does it taste, I wonder?”

Yolie fought back the urge to wave her ass in his face like a dog in heat although that certainly was what she was. She moaned when he slipped two fingers into her hot, moist channel. Before she could even begin to enjoy the feeling, he withdrew them. Over her shoulder, she watched through slumberous eyes as he placed his fingers in his mouth, lapping off the taste of her.

“You taste sweet. I think you should know how much.”

Yolie expected him to dip back into her to retrieve her creamy fluid so she was surprised when his hands went to her pussy, but to her head. He urged her forward until the tip of the pink shaft was against her kiss-swollen lips.

“You’re such a good little cocksucker that I’d like to see you do it again. Lick it, Yolie. Tell me what it tastes like. What you taste like.”

Yolie stuck out her tongue and licked the top of the shaft. The taste was surprisingly good. Not at all what she had expected. Intrigued, she grew emboldened and began to lick at the shaft in earnest.

“Yes,” he hissed. “Just like that. What do you taste like, Yolie.”

“Sweet,” she moaned. “Musky and sweet.”

“Fuck yeah,” he groaned and without warning, he plunged himself into her until he was seated to the hilt. The motion pushed the dildo further into her mouth and prevented anything but a muffled moan to leave her lips. God, he was hug. The position pushed him deep, deeper than anyone had ever been inside her. She could swear that she felt him in the back of her throat. She was sure that he had lodged himself in her heart.

She pulled back from the dildo and released it with a soft pop.

“Fuck me,” she moaned. He felt so good inside her. She was stuffed to overflowing and she loved it. His cock scraped across her delicate vaginal walls. She wanted all of him. She used those muscles to squeeze at his invading flesh.

“You’re so tight. So fucking tight. That’s right. Give it to me. Give me that sweet pussy.”

She pushed back against him, wanting more, demanding more. And he gave it to her. Roman pulled out only to slam back into her. He gave her no quarter. He fucked her as though her pussy belonged to him, as though she belonged to him.

And she did.

Soon enough, Yolie got her wish and his balls smack against her clit, sending delicious chills all over her body. The sound of wet flesh smacking against wet flesh along with pleasured moans and groans created a sweet symphony throughout the room. Yolie felt her climax building, starting from her pussy and pulsating outward. She didn’t want it to end, didn’t want him to stop fucking her but he had spent so much time teasing her that she had no choice.

She exploded.

Brilliant white stars danced before her eyes and her pussy clamped down hard on Roman’s thick cock before releasing, seeking to milk him dry. She barely heard Roman’s own shout of completion before she collapsed in a heap on the floor, Roman’s big body following her down.

Yolie had no idea how much time had passed before she was able to open her eyes. Her breathing had yet to return to normal. Some time in the interval, Roman had rolled to the side but kept his arm around her waist almost as if he were afraid she’d walk away. As though sensing her scrutiny, he turned his head. He wore the look of well-satisfied man. She was sure that the same dopey expression was on her face.

“That was incredible.” He purred.

“Yes, it was.”

He rolled over onto his elbow to face her. He pushed back a damp strand of hair from her face. “I have wanted to do that for a long time.”

She was startled. “You have?”

“I have. I just wasn’t sure that my attentions would be welcome. When your cousin Chandra came to me with this plan, I was sure that she was batty. But I guess it worked.”

“So you knew about the chair?”

“I picked it out myself. I almost came in my pants at the thought of you riding it. I must say that the reality was much better than anything I imagined. Ah, and that reminds me. Your cousin asked me to give you this.”

Roman stretched out a hand to retrieve his slacks. He reached into the back pocket, pulled out a slim card, and handed it to her.

She recognized Chandra’s handwriting immediately. The note read:

Dear Yolie,

Well, I hope you like your birthday present. I went to a lot of trouble to get it for you. I can’t tell you how fucking hard it was, although I’m sure that you will be able to tell me.

Happy Birthday,

Chandra

“Well, this certainly has been an eventful birthday.”

“But the night’s not over yet and I’m sure that this chair has a lot more uses.” He stated before lowering his head to catch her lips in a searing kiss.

She was counting on it.