Anchor Line

by Dawne Walters

  It was definitely a standoff. The sexual tension floating around them, you could have cut with a knife. He was looking down at her, she up at him. The seven inch height difference rather apparent with both of them in sneakers of some kind. Conrad moved his hands to Addie’s shoulders as he leaned in and kissed her lightly on her forehead. Addie blushed rather deeply. He winked at her as he tuned to grab her dinner from the bag on the counter and set it out on the table. Addie opened the fridge and grabbed two waters and set them on the table as well.

  “I’m going to turn on some music. Is that okay?” She asked walking into he living room to her iPod Dock.

  “That’s perfect.” He swung around to watch her and noticed that her MAC computer on the little corner desk was as large as her little flat screen TV. “Don’t watch much TV?”

  “No. I don’t. A show here and there, or I’ll put in a movie. But, I tend to relax by reading or goofing on the computer.” She smiled as she took the remote and the musical strains of Bread’s ‘Baby Im’a Want You.’ “I’m a seventies rock freak. Will this be okay?”

  “Perfect.” Conrad answered as he took the plastic bag and set it on the kitchen counter. “Silverware…which drawer?”

  “Oh um, by the stove if it’s not packed yet.” Addie answered as she sat at the table.

  Conrad handed her a fork and sat, staring at Addie while she scooped up some chicken and rice noodles. She moved gracefully, like she’d been through etiquette classes. He wouldn’t be surprised if she had. She sat up straight, one hand in her lap. He smiled before he tucked into his own food. Conversation was on music while they ate. What they liked, couldn’t stand, and concerts they’d been to growing up and currently.

  After they’d eaten all they could, Conrad looked at his watch and only forty-five minutes had passed. He was comfortable here with her. He didn’t want to smother her, so he stood up from the table taking her styrofoam container and fork and headed back into the kitchen.

  “Trash?” He asked.

  “In the laundry room through that door.” She pointed at the end of the kitchen.

  Spying the old coffee maker in the trash he chuckled.

  “Get mad at your coffee maker Addie?” He came out of the laundry room smiling at her.

  She leaned back in her chair laughing. “No. It exploded a few days ago.”

  “Exploded?”

  “Yeah. Anytime the power goes out, we get surges the next day or two because the buildings are old. I was running late because we lost power that night, and I set it up to make coffee and it got really hot suddenly and shattered the carafe and the unit caught on fire. But the water in the tower put it out.”

  Conrad laughed. “Ever thought about surge protectors?”

  “Well, I only put surge protectors on the electronics.” She stood stretching.

  He watched as she lifted her hands up and her t-shirt exposed a bit of creamy skin on her abdomen. Suddenly, room in his jeans was at a premium, as his cock started stirring. He’d thought of her all day since his ‘appointment’ then lunch. But seeing her angry after lunch made him want to just fuck the living daylights out of her. She stirred something up in him that he wasn’t even sure what it was. But, he wanted her. Badly.

  “Why’d you leave me at lunch Addie?” He asked. He may as well get the elephant out in the room.

  Addie leaned against the doorway into the kitchen watching Conrad put the two forks under the water and add soap to clean them.

  “Well, I guess I got really uncomfortable with your entourage of blonde bimbos at lunch time. I mean seriously Conrad. And then to be corned in the ladies room and told that you were fucking Lisa last night at the Messo…”

  “Wait a minute.” Conrad turned toward her drying the forks with the towel that hung on the stove handle. “I didn’t go to the Messo last night and I haven’t fucked Lisa in months.”

  “Well, she knew who I was, so that means that Susan said something to her and then she tried to threaten me about being around her Dom.”

  Putting the silverware away in the drawer, Conrad held up a finger to stop Addie. “First of all, I’m not anybody’s personal Dom. I was with Lisa once. Once. And it was the biggest mistake of my life.” Conrad fed the towel through the stove handle where he’d pulled it from. “Christ. This is bullshit.” He exclaimed crossing his arms over his chest.

  “Well, I told her that we were just having lunch, and she apparently took offense. I’m sorry I left you like that.” Addie whispered her apology and looked down, sliding her hands in her back pockets.

  “So the whole story about you saying you didn’t want to be my submissive and couldn’t handle being around my other sub missives wasn’t true?” He asked with a serious face.

  “Are they your submissives?” Addie asked pursing her lips, deciding not to look up at him.

  “No. No they’re not.” He answered as he took a step closer. “I don’t contract them or claim them as mine. If we meet at the Messo, that’s where it stays.”

  “Oh.” It was all she could say.

  “I’m sorry you found yourself in that position.” Conrad came closer, slid two fingers under her chin and tilted her face up to his. “I don’t know how to stop them from coming up to me or you, Addie. But I wish you would have come to me instead of running away.”

  She didn’t know what to say. So she tried to smile and shrugged her shoulders. That’s when Conrad let her chin go and took her into his arms. Her head was up against his chest and she could feel and hear the strong beat of his heart. She realized that her arms encircled his waist and her hands found their way into the waistband of his soft faded blue jeans. He smelt like heaven. Woodsy with a hint of spice. And holy shit his erection was pushing into her lower belly. She was getting wet just from the smell and feel of him. When he left, she’d definitely have to take care of her ‘need’ of him with her fingers and imagination.

  Conrad needed a distraction. Fast. He didn’t mean to pull her into his arms, but he was glad that he did. He knew he needed to reassure her. For the love of God and all that was holy, she was warm and soft and she smelled of…lemons. Once her fingers found his waistband, his dick responded. And once that thing was up, the savage beast would want to take over. He couldn’t let that happen. He’d fuck the girls at the Messo, but Addie was different. She wasn’t like them. Looking around, he found the coffee maker.

  “Want some coffee?” He asked.

  They let go at the same time. Conrad found himself pulling her new coffeemaker out of the box and setting it up and cleaning the carafe as Addie watched him.

  “This late?”

  “Anytime is a good time for coffee.” Conrad smiled. “Besides, it’s Friday. Nothing to do tomorrow but move.”

  Addie stepped into the kitchen and pulled two mugs from the cabinet over the sink that her mother had left unpacked so that she could use them if need be, as Conrad filled the maker with water.

  “Coffee?” Conrad asked.

  “Oh…freezer. On the door.”

  Scooping the grinds into the filter, he pushed the holder closed as Addie put the bag back in the freezer. They both moved at the same time and collided into each other. Conrad’s hands slid around Addie’s shoulders as her hands found their way to his waist again. It was inevitable this time he supposed. A little earlier than when he’d planned. But he’d take it. He slid a hand to the nape of her neck and grabbed her hair and made quick work of releasing the scrunchie that was in her hair and sliding his hand through the strands and gripping lightly so that her head was pulled back. He leaned down close to her face.

  “Your hair should always be down…and loose.” He whispered.

  Addie was going to nod her head, but realized that she couldn’t. She opened her mouth slightly to let more air in her suddenly empty lungs, and that was when Conrad descended upon her lips. It was a light kiss at first. Just his lips lightly brushing hers. Then his tongue slipped out and slid along her bottom lip. Her lips were soft. She mo
ved just a half inch and sucked his tongue in her mouth and slid the tip of her tongue along his. That was when the kiss changed.

  Conrad’s grip on Addie’s hair tightened, his other hand slid down to her lower back when he pushed her up against him, his mouth devoured hers, quite literally. He slid his tongue along the seam of her lips, wanting entrance. When she opened her mouth, he slid his tongue in and Addie met him stroke for stroke. Tasting, wanting more. Addie’s hands found their way under Conrad’s t-shirt to touch his toned hips and back, as her nails scraped their way lightly down his back. He groaned in her mouth as Addie’s nails scraped down. She could feel his erection pressed up against her belly.

  The coffee maker huffed out the last dregs of water. That was when Conrad’s kiss got a bit softer as he pulled back from Addie and opened his eyes. In that brief few seconds he saw Addie’s lips swollen from his kiss. He smiled knowing that he’d made them that way. Addie’s hazel eyes were almost green when she opened her eyes to look at him. His left hand slid up from her back into her hair as he spread it down her back. He kissed her sweetly with just a press of his lips one more time before he pulled back again.

  “Coffee.” he smirked at her.

  “Coffee.” She repeated, smiling like a dork.

  Conrad let her go as she moved to the fridge to get milk. He poured coffee into the two mugs and pulled a spoon out of the drawer and slid the little sugar bowl over to scoop some in his mug. She poured the milk and put it back. He handed her the spoon as she scooped two in her mug and stirred and then stirred his. She sat the spoon on the counter and led the way into the living room, turning off the dining room light along the way. She turned one of the lamps off and set her coffee on the table. She then slipped her Chucks off and she sat on the sofa sipping her coffee as Conrad came over and set his mug on the sofa table.

  “Wanna flip through the channels on TV?” he asked.

  “Sure. Sounds like fun.” She snuggled down into the big soft sofa.

  Conrad grabbed the remote to the TV as he turned off the iPod dock. He took a long draw of his coffee and put it down on the table. Kicking off his sneakers, he brought one leg up on the sofa and stretched out an arm for Addie to crawl up between his legs and lay across his chest. Putting her mug on the table, she slid between his legs and rested her head on his chest. He brought his other leg up on the sofa and tangled it between hers. Addie listened to the beat of Conrad’s heart as he flipped through the channels on the TV. They watched bits and pieces of different shows.

  Addie’s hand had slipped under Conrad’s t-shirt as she rubbed his abdomen softly. She could feel the erection in his pants throbbing hard, making him really uncomfortable. He tossed the remote on the table and adjusted himself to try and make him more comfortable.

  “Oh I love this show.” Addie exclaimed trying to distract herself from his erection and how he’d had to adjust himself.

  But Conrad couldn’t have told you what was on TV. His head was too wrapped up in what her left hand was doing to his abdomen right above his jeans. His left arm was curled around her waist as his other hand settled on his leg to give Addie room to rub on his abdomen. He was in complete, blissed out agony. She’d found the ‘v’ cut of his muscles by his hips and she was currently tracing it from the top of his hip down to where his jeans stopped. But she didn’t seem to want to stop there. No, she traced it down to where she was close to his dick. And damn if every time she didn’t get close to his dick, it jumped as if screaming ‘touch me, touch me’.

  Addie was totally into whatever channel he’d stopped on, or she was making a damn good show of it. He looked over and saw some candy making factory. He could do this. The factory could help him keep his mind off the fact that her hand was rubbing so close that it seemed at any minute he’d shoot off like a teenage boy. Yeah, that was not going to happen. Not if he could help it. He reached over and scooted up a bit to take a swig of his now warm coffee, and boy was that a mistake, but it’d teach his hard on a lesson in humility. His dick got crushed under the waistband of his jeans and he groaned a little from the pressure.

  Addie looked at the time on the cable box, eight twenty-seven. Only three more minutes of this show and then she’d give him the excuse that she had to finish packing. It wasn’t an excuse really. But she couldn’t seem to stop touching him. She kept repeating to herself that all men got horny if a woman touched them. He’d kissed her though, and the feel of his hard body pressed against hers was something to behold. That kiss sent her reeling. Not even Charles had kissed her like that. And she’d never felt like she had to touch Charles, like she did with Conrad.

  Conrad’s muscles jumped under her fingers as she offered him light touches with her fingertips. Then she’d feel the gooseflesh as she used her small nails lightly. She was ecstatic that she elicited such a response from him as she touched him. She didn’t know where all of this attention from him was going. But, as long as he participated at the Messo with other women, she couldn’t do more than what she was doing right now. Right now…just lying on the sofa between his legs, stroking his abdomen and these wicked ‘cum gutters’ as she called the V of his abdomen. They’d just watch TV, drink coffee, and she’d stroked his body. No sex. She didn’t want to share him with the blondes if she had sex with him.

  If there was one thing that she hated about Charles, it was his connection to Messosotto. No matter what she’d said or done, when he got a call, he’d go. He never explained what he’d done there or to whom. He’d always seduce her with his kisses and caresses to distract her. But she’d let him, so she had no one else to blame but herself.

  Lost in thought, Addie didn’t realize that they were already fifteen minutes into another show at another candy factory. She’d give herself till the end of this show and she’d start packing. Nine o’clock was her deadline for feeling up Conrad, and then she’d get up and start packing. Maybe she’d enlist his help. She had a mental catalogue for what she needed to pack and there wasn’t much. Maybe, once she said she had to finish packing, he’d just up and leave. So, not really paying attention to the TV, she continued to tease his flesh.

  “What all do you need to finish packing?” Conrad interrupted Addie’s thoughts.

  He was trying for a diversion. There was only a minute or two left of this show and he needed to get off the sofa or he’d be fucking her on it. But the way he planned on doing it, he really wanted to take his time with her…on a bed.

  “Little things in the kitchen and my clothes and bathroom. My mom came in and packed everything else.” Addie answered.

  Conrad took Addie’s hand that was stroking his skin in his, “How bout I help you finish up.”

  Addie sat up a little and looked at Conrad, “You’d do that?”

  He let her hand go and curled his around her neck, in her hair and brought her mouth closer to his, “Yes.” he whispered right before he took her lips in a soft kiss.

  When he let her go, he looked into her hazel eyes with his own. Mother fucker, the connection between the two of them was solid. Now wasn’t the time though. He wasn’t sure if it ever would be. She needed what Charles was able to give her. Conrad wasn’t sure if he could do that for any woman.

  Addie sat up and grabbed her mug and walked over to the microwave above the oven and slid it in setting the timer. Conrad joined her, only, instead of needing a warm up, she noticed that he reached for the carafe. She grabbed the milk for him as he put the sugar in. He muttered a thanks and turned toward her as the microwave dinged.

  “Let’s finish the bedroom and bath.” Addie said, grabbing her mug and walking out of the kitchen down the hallway with Conrad on her heels.

  “The bedroom. My favorite.” He chuckled.

  She’d taped a few boxes up for him as she told him to just put her clothes from the dresser in them. She tackled the closet. They talked about Conrad’s upcoming field problem on Monday and the training for the new position that Addie was taking over. Conversation was light and jovial
.

  Until Conrad’s phone beeped with a text message.

  SUSAN: IM @ the Messo. Need spankins.

  Conrad sighed and put the phone in his pocket and pulled out a pile of jeans. Trying to ignore the text message wasn’t hard. Addie had made quick work of her walk-in and was next to him when he moved from the chest of drawers to the dresser. She pretty much ignored that he got a text message. She didn’t even acknowledge it, or try to look at his phone.

  DING!

  Pulling out his phone again, just in case it was one of his soldiers, Conrad swiped the screen and hit the envelope icon. It was another message from Susan. A picture instead of a regular text. As luck would have it, he went to move one way, and Addie who was beside him moved another, they collided and he dropped his phone as the picture was loading. Moving down to pick it up off the floor the same time Addie did, the picture showed in all of it’s megapixel and colorful glory.

  Staring up at them were two fingers that were spreading open a very pierced, very wet vagina, that had a red dildo halfway in.

  Conrad was the first to react, snatching up his phone. He hit a few buttons and cleared the image from the screen. He looked up at Addie who looked like she’d been stabbed in the chest with a rusty knife for a brief few seconds, then reached in the drawer she was unloading and put the shirts in the box.

  “Addie.” Conrad started softly.

  She put a hand up and started to say something when Conrad’s phone when off again.

  “Fucking hell.” He exclaimed, pulling his phone out and swiped the screen again.

  Addie shook her head and took a deep breath and went back to emptying the drawers while Conrad fired off a rapid text.

  CONRAD: Busy.

  SUSAN: Fucking serious?

  CONRAD: Yep.

  And it was inevitable, he moved to put the phone back in his pocket and Addie moved to get the clothes out of the drawer that he was working in and the phone fell again when she ran into him.