By the time her house was down to the two children she had, her larder was lighter by three pounds of hamburger, three extra-large boxes of pasta, both gallons of OJ and she oddly enough couldn’t find a single bar of chocolate.
Whatever, food mysteriously vanishing was part and parcel of having teenagers that she had accepted long ago.
They brought friends who ate her out of house and home. Then sometimes, she was lucky enough to send hers off to do the exact same pillage of other people’s fridges.
Hours later, once she sent the kids to bed, she was finally able to look back at her phone again.
He’d responded back to her earlier message.
Of course, doesn’t have to be now
She was more comfortable with that and sent a smiley face as the first part of her response. Forced orgasms?
He didn’t say anything and she wondered if he was busy, or if he’d grown tired of waiting for her. She took a shower and smoothed lotion over her skin, eyes on the phone the whole time.
You make me more and more curious lady, where did you find some of this stuff
Told you I had to do research
She slid her nighties overhead and the phone chimed in again. Okay… last one… kidnapping?
Whoa!
It took her ages to respond, but after she thought about it, there were interesting possibilities.
Sidonie’s breath stuttered as she typed in the last fantasy that she had decided on the night before. It was the scariest by far of all the items she had decided on, and everything about the conversation was well outside of her comfort level.
Okay…Breath play
She sat the phone down and slid under her covers. The device chimed again and she gathered her nerve to look at it.
You WANT me to choke you??? The all caps took her aback. He hadn’t even done that when she put milking on the table.
Damned if she wished yet again to stop inserting her text foot into her mouth. It sounded like it might be exciting
In all honesty, it had, but also extraordinarily terrifying.
But it could go so wrong
She had forgotten that he was a protector, the last thing he probably found erotic was the idea of scaring the living daylights out of a woman by choking her. But when she watched the video, it seemed so… beautiful, frightening, exciting.
Sidonie could see Den with his hands around her neck, his eyes on hers, all as his cock plundered her. She could feel the vulnerability the fantasy posed. And lord help her, she was enticed. Seduced even.
She clicked swiftly. So could kidnapping me
True… so are we in agreement? She was slightly surprised as she expected that he would have already done most of what he’d added onto their list.
If he asked her right now, she would probably fuck him in her condo parking lot as the creepy super watched.
The phone chimed.
Whats your schedule this week like?
Ummm… crazy busy the kids have games on Thursday and Friday then we have movies and dinner on Saturday night to make up for this past weekend
Damn, she needed some work-life balance. That was a laugh. As a single mother, she was lucky to earn well enough to keep the kids clothed and fed, let alone have any time for herself.
Okay im on doubles until Thursday, do you want to ease in with something small?
Please? She might be all gung ho physically, but based on her experience level, she was a green YMCA trained swimmer attempting to cross the Panama Canal.
No problem. See you Friday. Take a long lunch with me
She thought about her work load. If she worked really hard at it, she might be able to take a half day. But that was not guaranteed. Coding could fail at any point, and backtracking took a while. Plus, the fix would take just as long for a defect.
K, two hours long enough?
It’ll do
Let me see what I can do. I don’t want to promise more than that, when I don’t know how the week will end up.
You’re fine. But I promise you one thing
Where was the rest of it? What was he about to promise her? What?
You will WANT more time than that
Oh god, she already did and they hadn’t even started yet, that was the problem.
What would she do when time was no longer on her side?
Night, Den
Sweet dreams
She rolled over and tried to go to sleep.
* * * *
Two days later…
The week seemed beyond slow.
The main reason was McTavish. Den, she amended, had gone on radio silence and she wondered if he was still going to meet her on Friday afternoon, for a sex filled lunch. But she was loathe to chase him. If he wanted to talk to her, he would.
But she worked like mad to make sure she could have the afternoon off on Friday. She’d even brought work home with her to get more accomplished.
Wednesday came and went.
Thursday, she clung to the phone, obsessed.
On Friday, she woke up and didn’t even look.
But when she was on the way to work Friday morning, the phone rang.
She clicked the steering wheel to answer. “Hello?”
“Why didn’t you respond?” Den demanded gruffly. A hello would have been nice, but she was too excited to chastise him.
“Sorry, I didn’t check yet.”
“Well, I have reservations for you at lunch. Check the message and let me know if that will work.”
“I’m driving.”
“Call me when you get there then.”
“Okay.”
She flew to the office, in a hurry to park and read the delights that were planned for her.
Meet me at the downtown Marriott at noon. Key at the desk under a reservation for Mr. and Mrs. Jones.
Wasn’t that a laugh, Mrs. Jones?
She called him immediately in deference to her hunger, and his response before the first ring ended exposed his own.
He didn’t even bother to greet her this time. “Yes or no?” His voice rasped in her ear.
“Yes. I’ll be there.”
“Good.”
She hung the phone up and put her shaking hands on her burning cheeks.
At eleven forty five, she made her excuses and left. Her manager had approved the personal time for the day, but she didn’t want to just disappear without a word.
When she arrived at the Marriott hotel downtown, she left her car for the valet service and walked inside without a single bag of luggage. Since the hotel had a pretty wonderful restaurant, onlookers might assume she was coming in for that.
But the clerk at the front desk likely assumed she was a cheating spouse or a prostitute. It’s what she would have assumed were the tables turned.
When she stepped in front of the large counter the clerk gave a perfectly canned smile.
“Welcome to Wilmington Marriott downtown, how may I help you?”
“Hello. I’m Mrs. Jones. My husband said he left a key for me?”
The petite, gorgeous clerk eyed her with envy and smiled. “Yes, Mrs. Jones, he mentioned you would be checking in shortly. Here is your key. The room is on the fifth floor to the left, room number is on the packet.”
“Thank you.” Sidonie walked away, through the glistening lobby and into the waiting elevator.
She was nervous, and smoothed the skirt free of wrinkles as the car moved upward slowly.
The numbers flicked by, 2, 3, 4, and then 5.
When she walked down the hallway, she found only one door to the left and she stuck the card key in the slot.
The door opened into a darkened room and she waited for her eyes to adjust.
“You’re late.”
“Sorry.” It was only twelve o’ three, but she could hear Den’s impatience.
Sidonie squinted, looked for Den.
She didn’t have to look hard as he walked over to her from the bed.
And he was naked.
“Stop. Take your shoes off.”
She slid the tiny heeled sling backs off and left them by the door.
He stood in front of her now and met her lips with his. The kiss was hungry and he lifted her skirt as he pressed her back to the door. She looked down and noticed, he was already sheathed.
Little wonder he’s so impatient.
“I can’t wait to get inside you.”
She wondered what fantasy they were going to indulge, but she didn’t have the time to wonder for long, as he gripped one leg and pulled it up and around his waist.
He snatched the crotch of her panties and she felt his cock press against her already wet cunt. Den shoved his cock in as deeply as he could, but even then, he only made it halfway inside of her and had to work the rest in slowly.
“Fuck, you’re so tight and wet.” He hissed like it was her fault. As if she wanted to keep him from gaining ground inside her.
She was hot and wet though, it felt as if every drop of water she had inside her leaked south and was chased by a blistering heat that couldn’t possibly be real.
“Love this hard cock, Den, give me more.”
“Yeah, I plan to.”
They rocked into one another, back and forth as her back rode up the wall and down again. The sex was hot, rough, angry and fast, but she loved every single second of it. She hadn’t forgotten how good he felt just six nights ago, but damn, if he didn’t surpass Saturday night.
“That’s it. Give it to me. Leak that cum on me.” He groaned.
“Fuck!” she cried out and shuddered. All she wanted was to rip her dress from her shoulders and rub their naked torsos together.
“Yeah, baby, come for me… Come on my cock.”
There was no way she could refuse him and her body convulsed, as her spine rode the door with an uncomfortable jab above the hip. But he was worth it. Their sex was worth any price, even that.
“Oh! Den, so good!”
“Yeah. It. Is. Good. Pussy.” Each thrust was in counterpoint punctuation to his words and only lifted her orgasm to new heights.
“Good cock.”
“Mmm.” He hissed and dropped his forehead to her shoulder.
It was perfect, the hunger of their bodies would allow for nothing less.
She dropped her head back and he panted into the flesh at the curve of her neck. Sidonie felt hotter than hell. They needed to turn on the air conditioning.
“You’re sweating already.” His hand snaked over her beaded forehead.
“It’s hot,” she said as if the state of the air wasn’t apparent to them both.
“Shouldn’t be. I turned the air down to sixty-nine when I got in here.”
“Sixty-nine, huh?”
Den laughed. “Yeah.”
When he released her leg, Sidonie had to clutch onto his arms to remain upright.
“Want something to drink?” he asked her when she was finally seated on the edge of the bed.
“Yes, please.”
He leaned over and grabbed a bottle of water from the small fridge.
“That probably costs and arm and a leg.”
“Worth it.” Damned if he wasn’t right, she was so thirsty, Sidonie would have done anything for a sip of the fluid.
She tipped the overpriced bottle to her lips and took a series of satisfying gulps then handed to bottle back to Den, who polished off his fair share. When he sat the plastic on the nightstand, he looked back at her.
“Take your clothes off.” He tugged the used condom off, wrapped it in a napkin, and tossed the wad into the bedside waste bin.
“Okay.” She tugged the tie at the waist and slid the dress off of her shoulders.
The dress was wrinkled beyond belief, but as she didn’t have to go back to work, Sidonie found she didn’t really care.
“Let me put this up for you.”
She watched him slide the dress over a hanger and placed the garment next to his clothes. When he came back to bed, she slid over and made space for him.
But when he sat down, and his lips met hers, her stomach growled obnoxiously.
“You sound hungry, lady.”
“A little. I was afraid that you weren’t going to call me. Then I was afraid you were and I couldn’t eat.”
“Why were you afraid?”
“I didn’t hear from you all week. So I thought you may have changed your mind.”
“I’m a pretty straightforward kind of man, Sidonie. If I wasn’t going to bother, you would have known well before now.”
“I know, I’m sorry.”
“You should be and that brings me to your punishment.”
“P–punishment?”
“Yeah. I already have lunch scheduled to arrive from downstairs in a few minutes, so it will have to wait.”
“O-oo-kay.” She leaned back on the pillows.
Sidonie still wore her bra, but the funny part was how she had on her panties, pulled to the side totally exposing her mound without shame.
He straddled her hips and wrapped his hands around her back. She felt him fumble with her bra, then the garment was unsnapped, left her breasts just hanging there. Sidonie had the urge to hide herself, to cover her oversized chest.
Gravity was never kind to a big breasted woman, eventually the weight made certain that one ended up with crooked placed nipples or one breast being larger than the other.
But he refused to let her care as he tossed the bra to the side and fastened his mouth around one turgid nubbin.
Sidonie reached down and caressed his thick cock. Did they have time before the food arrived?
“Stop. When they get here, I’d rather not answer the door with a hard on.”
She licked her lips. “Okay.”
But they didn’t have long to wait as there was knock at the door just three minutes later.
Den pulled a folded duvet from the bottom of the bed over her exposed body and tugged a spa robe over his frame before he padded to the door.
The food was rolled in on a cart and Sidonie wondered what he had ordered for them to eat.
She looked up and watched as the server took note of their state of dress and the man sniffed the air. Sidonie wished she could slide under the bed altogether. She was highly embarrassed and she wondered if she would even be able to perform with another person watching.
That was on her list, but she had never imagined the logistics of it.
But the man grinned, as if he knew their secret and left just as quickly as he had come.
Den sat down in a chair and patted his leg.
“Come ‘ere.” She dropped the duvet and when she made it to his side, she watched as he slid another condom over his fresh erection.
“I thought we were going to have lunch.”
“You complaining?”
“No.”
“Then sit down.” She spread her thighs and prepared to sit on his cock facing away.
But before she could make contact, he spun her in the opposite direction.
“I want to look at you.”
This time, she put one leg over his and straddled his thighs. His cock made entry, inch by inch until she was completely filled with him. This position was new to her, she had never, ever been on top before Den. Maybe she should have added that to the list.
She rocked and he smacked her on the hip.
Sidonie stilled immediately, even though her cunt still quivered around his cock.
“Like that, huh?”
“I think so.” Mmmm… please, sir, may I have another?
“There’s more where that came from. But for now, eat.”
He uncovered the cloche and beneath the silver there was a large T-bone steak and a salmon fillet. A mound of mashed potatoes and a Caesar salad completed the meal. It was definitely enough for two.
He sliced a thick piece of the steak with a knife and offered her the piece with his fingers. The meat was cooked to perfection and she offered him a flaky bit of salmon with her fork.
; They ate in slow degrees as what should have taken a half hour, took a full one.
But that was mainly due to the fact that, occasionally, he would stop feeding her and resume fucking her.
Every few mouthfuls, they would cease chewing and their lips would meet. The flavors of the two meals combined with each kiss, allowed her a new taste to savor. Her hips would rock on his, and he would tug her to and fro, back and forth.
She was full before she even knew it, but due to how leisurely they indulged their physical hungers, she wasn’t unbearably stuffed, just sated her appetite for food. There was still a bit of everything left, but neither of them cared about the cooled meal.
Instead, he grabbed her hips and went to work, stirring their physical hungers into a delightful froth that only made her scream with ecstasy.
“Oh, yeah! Fuck me!” She moaned around the tangle of tongues and clash of teeth.
He pulled his slickened lips from hers. “God woman, you kiss like a whore fucks.”
The statement took her aback and Sidonie jerked away from him, suddenly ashamed.
He must have seen the mortification on her face as he grinned. “Believe me, it’s more than a good thing.” And with that, his lips met hers again.
But when she was nearly insensate with lust, he stopped.
“Please… don’t stop.”
“It’s only for a minute.” He pushed her backward, until his cock popped free of her sex and turned her away from him.
By the time he finished positioning her, she was across his lap and he spread her thighs.
His cock dabbled in her cunt as he couldn’t fit fully within her from that particular angle, but it gave her dripping snatch something to grip on, to palpitate upon.
Den’s hands rubbed over her backside, the large curve of her ass that she always felt was much too big. But then again, most of her was much too big, so why should she bat a lash at that?
“Now that your stomach isn’t growling at me, it’s time for your punishment.”
“Why am I being punished again?”
“First off, you were late. Second, because you didn’t call me and made assumptions about me that I didn’t like. And thirdly, because I feel like it.”
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