by Volley, Rue
“I…have something…on the bed,” she said, and he glanced at the large king bed and a little black bag sat at the edge of the bed.
He knew what she wanted from him, but the truth was he didn’t want to hurt her. He moved away from her and toward the bag, slowly he reached inside. He pulled out metal handcuffs that almost matched his, he glanced up at her and she was smiling. “These will hurt you,” he said as he dangled the gleaming handcuffs, but on the inside he felt a softness.
“They won’t hurt me because of the inside, I made sure of it.” She sauntered toward him and his mouth went dry like it normally did when she was almost naked, and looking at him as if she wanted to eat him up. “Now, Claus, I want you to cuff me to the bed and have your wicked way with me.”
His cock grew hard with the thought of her being tied up and offered to him. She sat on the bed and scooted to the headboard. She smiled at him and he didn’t waste any time going to her, he took her hands in his and brought them to his mouth. He gently kissed her palms before placing their new handcuffs on her. When her hands were behind her, he ran his hands down her body. He couldn’t believe after two years he wanted her that bad, his cock ached to be released and to be inside her.
He moved off of the bed and started to undress for her, she licked her lips as she watched him. God she was so fucking hot it made him go crazy with his arousal, when he came back to the bed he rubbed her clit causing her to moan. “Baby, I have one demand.”
Her eyebrows went together and he lowered his head to lick her sweet pussy.
“You,” he began as he licked her, “tell me,” he murmured giving her another lick and dipped his tongue inside her and she arched up to his mouth. “To stop if I hurt you,” he said and turned his eyes to her face, her cheeks were already flushed with her excitement.
“Yes,” she said sounding breathless, and he smiled at her. He loved to fuck his wife, but since she’d become pregnant he had been making more love to her. Right now he want to do both, he missed fucking her until they both came so hard and clasp on each other.
“Good, now I want to have my cock inside your tight pussy.” Her cheeks darkened with his words. He fisted his cock in his hand started to slowly move up and down his length. Her beautiful blue eyes went to his hand and she licked her lips again. He knew what she wanted, and he stood on the bed and placed his cock in her face.
“Please let me suck your cock, and then I want you to fuck me.” She brought her large eyes to his and he laughed.
He wasn’t the only one that could talk dirty. He did what she wanted and placed his hands on the wall behind the headboard. He glanced down at her as he started to thrust his hips forward, and when her scorching, sweet mouth wrapped around his cock he groaned. He treasured each lick she did around the head of his cock.
“Keep your eyes on mine, and only close them if you want me to stop,” he said and she blinked twice to answer him. She opened her mouth for him and he started to thrust his hips slowly, she would scrap her teeth on the head of his cock. He felt his release building and he pulled back out of her sweet mouth. “I need to be inside you,” he said, his voice growing rougher, he barely had his control handled.
His vixen smiled at him and he took her knees in his large hands, gently he spread her legs. He took his cock in his hand and position it to her, she moaned when he rubbed himself against her clit. She wanted to be fucked, and he needed to fuck her. Loving her was easy, but sometimes you needed to lose yourself in someone, and she was his someone.
He didn’t waste any time, he thrust into her hard, stealing her breath. Instantly her tight pussy hugged him and he groaned. “Wrap your legs around me.” She did and locked her ankles against his back. He took her ass in his hands and started to move in and out of her fast. He could tell it wouldn’t be long before she exploded around him and he would follow. Her striking blue eyes found his, and he knew she was close.
He angled his hips up and brought his fingers to her clit. He pinched her and she arched up to meet his hips. He loved her body and loved when her ass hugged his thighs. Her eyes grew wide right before her orgasm took her over, and he quickly followed, collapsing on the bed next to her.
“I’m ready for round two,” her sexy voice said and he laughed.
Chapter Five
Two days later…
Gretchen sat at the kitchen table and smiled at her husband. He was talking to his sister on the phone and she was telling him about a new guy she met. She and Britney talked earlier and she was happy for her sister-in-law. Stefan worried about his baby sister too much, yes she had one boyfriend that was an ass, but it didn’t mean she couldn’t find someone to light up her world. Gretchen did, she never thought she would find a love that would make her feel safe.
Stefan said good bye and closed his eyes, she stood up and walked to him. She wrapped her arms around him and rested her head on top of his. “You have to trust her judgment.”
“The last time she trusted her judgment he hit her.”
“I understand, but look at us, I never thought I would have everything and I do with you.”
Stefan stood up and she dropped her hands. He stared at her and took her face in his hands. “I love you, Gretchen, and I hope that Britney finds someone that makes her skip a beat. You are my one and only.” He kissed her lips quickly and pulled her into his warm hug. “I want to show you what I have been doing at night.” He took her hand in his and led her to their spare bedroom.
When he opened the door her mouth dropped open. Everything was perfect. The beautiful crib was what she wanted and the large painted tree with her and Stefan’s names. “This is beautiful,” she said as she walked toward the crib.
“I made it, and had Nate paint for us. He said he would come back to add the baby’s name when we know it.”
She turned to face her husband, a smile on her face. He was always doing something to surprise her. A wooden rocking chair caught her eye, and it matched the crib with a white cushion on the seat and back. “Stefan this is amazing, I can’t believe you did all of this.” She turned to face him again and he was smiling. She knew that smile. He was keeping something from her. “What aren’t you telling me?”
He walked to her and took her into his arms. “You are my world, and I don’t know where I would be without you.” He removed his arms from her and reached behind him. He pulled out a long black box. “I got this for you, I know you said you didn’t want anything for Christmas, but it isn’t Christmas.” He opened the box to reveal a necklace with a large red heart surrounded by diamonds.
“Oh my,” she said because she recognized the necklace. She’d seen it a few months ago when she and Stefan had gone to the mall. She saw it in a display and was drawn to it, but it was way out of their price range.
“I know what you are thinking, but with my raise we can afford it. I love you and now you will be wearing my heart around your neck.”
She smiled at him and allowed her love to shine at him. “You had my heart as soon as I opened that hotel door.”
Vertigo
By Rue Volley
I leaned in, green mask of anti-aging mud caked all over my face; I stared at the Television with wide eyes. I took a bite of my truffle and then stopped chewing. The gorgeous man on the screen grabbed the heroine, jerking her to him as she gasped for air, like she had to gasp, but whatever. He touched her cheek as I sighed and started to chew again. Then she did it, that hussy reached up and ripped his shirt open, only to expose a tattoo, which she suddenly felt the need to lick. I raised an eyebrow as they started to lower, ignoring my phone as it went off on the coffee table in front of me. It buzzed and buzzed and buzzed, until it took a tumble over the side and like a ninja I caught it, never taking an eye off of my Television for one second. I held it and slowly brought it up to my ear as the moaning started up. He thrust forward, her leg went up, his nails dug into her thigh and I pressed the button on my phone.
“Hello.” I said, my voice sounded a bit
odd. She knew why, “she” being my best friend, Molly.
“Dirty girl.” I grinned and shoved another truffle into my mouth. I licked my fingers as a perfectly round breast suddenly appeared and ‘said hot man love’ placed his lips to it and bit her nipple. She arched her back and I adjusted on my couch as if he had done it to me.
“It’s an after dark special.” I whispered, like someone else would accidentally hear me or something.
“More like a deep and dark special.”
“Molly, seriously.”
“What? You are the one watching porn.”
“This is not porn. Porn has penis and stuff.”
She laughed at me and I don’t blame her.
“Okay well ‘penis and stuff’ or’ implied penis and stuff’ is just about the same thing.”
“I have to disagree with you.” I reached out and took a sip of my wine as the woman on the screen rolled him over, flipping her ridiculously long black hair, she started to simulate riding him. I sighed and leaned back as I realized a bit of penis would not be such a bad thing. This was seriously NOT porn.
“Well I would like to know why you are sitting at home alone on a Saturday night.” Molly asked me as I got lost looking at the couple in front of me.
“I like hanging out and relaxing.”
The man on the screen grunted and the woman leaned forward and kissed him. All tongues and craziness like you see on these things. They always act like fucking is something they so desperately need. I mean don’t get me wrong, I love it and sometimes I get sick of my rabbit hidden away in my dresser drawer. I would love to be a little less pro-active on my down unders.
“Erin, you need to go out….I NEED to go out. You have to stop this.”
I looked at the phone with Molly’s smiling face on it. She was right. I had to get over this phobia I have. You see I had a boyfriend. He was, well let’s just say, he was more of a fuck buddy than a friend. In fact we didn’t really talk much at all. The most I think we said was “Oh yeah, put it there” and “No, not in my ass.” So to be this weird about him leaving was just plain stupid. I guess it was a comfort thing with him, if you can understand that. I think we have all been there before. I met Andy in college, my 2nd year, and it was on. I mean on on. I don’t think I had ever seen a boy I wanted more, the only problem was he stimulated me in one place only and if my brain could had gotten in on the Andy action, I would have married him. I leaned back and reached up, touched my chest as a flash of memory swelled up in the recesses of my mind. Andy…damn. He was amazing in bed. I mean, the best I ever had. I started to float off into Andy land and then heard Molly’s voice, irritated, as she should be.
“Erin?”
I hit the speaker button on my phone and set it down on the coffee table.
“I’m here hun, I am sorry. I just…”
“You know he was a tool.”
“Andy? Well fuck yeah he was. I mean he was not the commitment type.”
“You don’t need that. I told you to go out and get some the first two weeks after he left, but no. What did you do Erin? You bought batteries.”
I laughed and took another drink of my wine as she was so right.
“Fine.”
“What?” she said as her voice went up an octave with traces of excitement.
“I said fine, let’s go out.”
“Ahhhhhh!”
I shook my head as she screamed on the other end of my phone. Who knew something as simple as a ‘yes’ would make her night.
“I am coming over.”
“What, now?”
“Yes now.”
“Molly…”
The phone went dead as her picture disappeared and I slapped my forehead with my open hand.
“Shit.”
Chapter One
AA
I washed my face quickly and wiped the lime green mud mask from it. I stood up straight and felt my skin. I bit my lip as I thought I could see traces of faint lines forming at the corners of my eyes. It is funny how as you age you suddenly give a shit about such things, but it happens. Don’t let a woman fool you into thinking that we don’t all check for crows feet. We do, and you can bet your sweet ass that the companies who pedal all the anti-aging products have a heyday with it too. Well, honestly, I do know how they spin it. I went to school for marketing and promotion. I understand how to sell a product and I also understand the underlying neurosis we all carry that force us to buy the things that we do. It’s all buttons we push in the business I work in. In fact, I work in beauty products, so it is always on my mind.
I wiped the mirror with the side of my hand and helped dissolve some of the steam I was creating with my breath. I honestly know I look young, being only 28, I just wish I could shut off my evil eye, the one a woman has that see’s every damn flaw in ourselves. It sucks and having someone like Andy leave me for a woman 5 years younger than me hurt, even though it was not about him or love, it was vanity…the worst of all things.
I grabbed the brush and started to get the tangles out of my long red hair. My hair is naturally red, but as with everything else I do to pamper myself, I have it colored to “brighten” and “highlight”. It is ridiculous, but I do it anyway. In fact, I do a lot of shit. I also get acupuncture once a week, I do steam baths, detox and botox, manicures and so on. I even went and did the Brazilian wax thing last week, which was fucking PAINFULL, Good God. Anyway, I must have been bored because I was not doing it with hopes of getting laid; I just wanted it as a special thing for me. I could have done without it, just saying. The pain was not enjoyable, not that I was looking, but for the price a bit of a “ahhhh” moment would have been sweet.
I reached down and touched myself all smooth and inviting. I smiled now that the tenderness of having the wax done had faded. It was nice to be so naked down there. I looked and then heard the doorbell. I grabbed my red satin robe and slipped it on, tying it in the front as I ran through the house to front door. I peeked out and saw Molly, all dolled up and gorgeous as usual. I opened the door and she grinned at me as she looked me over.
“Not dressed yet?”
“I will, I just had to wash the mask off.”
I walked away from her as she came in and closed the door. She was 6 foot with heels on. Flat stomach, nice perky breasts that looked amazing in anything she put on. Her hair was brown, chocolate brown that matched her large eyes. Her eyebrows arched with precision, being manicured to perfection and her lips, crimson red tonight and full as always. Molly spent as much time primping herself as I did and she worked in the same department at our corporation, that of “Mills and Mayburn.” Two patriarchal families in Chicago owned it. In fact they probably gave God loans when he or she needed one. I was fortunate to get in with them after I graduated college and it was there that I met Molly. We hit it off the first day and now, after 5 years, she felt more like family than anyone else I knew, including blood family of my own back in Ohio.
I walked back up to her and handed her a full glass of wine. She took it and grinned at me before she placed it to her lips and took a sip. I watched her and then shook my head.
“Out huh? This should be interesting.”
“This will be a-mazing.” She said, pausing to add a dramatic flair to the word.
“I love this dress on you.” I looked her over and she looked down.
“I have three, you know I buy more than one of anything I love. This is dress #2, #1 is at the cleaners.”
I walked back to my bedroom door and shook my head.
“I have no idea what I am going to wear.”
“Nothing.” Molly said as she laughed and walked into my living room. She looked at the half empty bowl of truffles on the table and snatched one up, carefully biting into it as she paid attention to her lipstick. She sat down, crossing one long leg over the other and flashing a bit of black lace panty. She wore no bra, she never had too. I don’t need one either. We had both gone in and had our breasts lifted and perked up 2 years
prior and at the time Andy was still with me. I remember he loved to push me onto my back and try to fuck them, of which I always told him to get off of me, they were expensive. I mean come on. I guess if he had meant more to me and I to him I would have let him do whatever he wanted to me, but no.
I stepped into my walk in closet and flipped the light on. I have too many dresses, tops, pants… and shoes. I buy like I have to and not within my budget. The “budget”, being that of one credit card I got solely for girlie splurges, but depression had sent me out with the other card, the one for bills and I had wrecked it. I fixed all of that though. I really did, after Andy. In fact that is what this time will now be known as. AA for “after Andy”.
I walked along my clothing, fingering each one like it needed to be reacquainted with me and stopped as I pulled a black dress, which was being saved for a special occasion. I stared at it, the material so light and airy and I remembered how sexy I felt when I had tried it on in the store. It clung to all the right parts of me as if some team of magical elves had constructed it after taking my measurements. I pulled it up to my nose and smelled it. I have a habit of spraying my favorite things with my perfume and I had done the same with this. It smelled delicious and I closed my eyes and let the hints of sandalwood and spices engulf my senses. I am not a flowery type of perfume wearer. In fact I prefer something a bit earthier with character, as I call it. I do this for a living so don’t hate me, I describe most things out of habit. This particular blend was called “Entice” and it did just that with me. I ran across it as I did a marketing campaign for it with an up and coming musical artist named Viola Vine. She tattoos and has a band, but she also has a perfume, a clothing line and make-up. I love what she does all of that, so I tend to buy her things. It does not hurt that the majority of her marketing is that of my own. I adore strong women anyway so I was thrilled to get her as a client.