by Barbra Novac
Smiling, he replied, “Far be it for me to prevent you from going down there. We're allowed to have vanilla sex sometimes, sweetheart.” Moving in closer, he planted an affirming kiss on her lips.
Wriggling out of the kiss, she slid down his bare, muscled chest, kissing and licking, bending her knees and preparing herself to settle on the ground for a while.
“Oh, yeah, baby, that's what I want…” Peter growled at her as she came to a halt on her knees, her face right against his enormous erection.
Marianne leaned in and tasted the length and strength of it. Under the soft outer skin, it felt as hard as iron, and it took all her control not to lift her hand and stroke it a few times. However, Marianne had other ideas, and she didn't want to jump the gun in her ministrations.
Pulling his legs apart a little farther, she bent lower in order to lick half way down his legs. She tasted the delicious inside of his knees, making sure he could feel it properly in the hot water and knew that her tongue explored his skin. Then, making small, swirling circles as she went, she traveled up the inside of his right leg, using her lips to surround her tongue as it worked in its delicious way.
Just before she reached his crotch, she swung her head and performed the very same actions upon his inner left leg. Peter groaned and separated his legs even farther, clearly hoping to give her more room and indicating that he loved the actions she took with him. It thrilled Marianne to oblige.
This time when she reached the top of his leg, with the water beating down on her pretty face, she stuck her tongue out as far as she could and swirled it around and around the underside of his balls. They were so soft as she lapped and sucked on them.
After devouring them together for a while, she worked to get one at a time in her mouth. She sucked and nibbled on each in its turn, until Peter cried out in agonizing pleasure.
Taking her time, Marianne ran her tongue up Peter's balls and onto the base of his shaft. She slid her tongue all the way up to the top, curling her lips over the throbbing round head before sinking the shaft into her mouth as deep as she could get it. She relaxed the muscles around her throat and slid it in a little farther. Peter started to moan and slowly thrust into her.
Pulling her head away, she turned him to face away from her. Excited, he did so, and Marianne reached one hand around him and started to pump slowly on his rod. Peter had his hands up against the wall of the shower, arching his spine after realizing her direction.
She took her hands off his tool and brought them around to the delicious rock-hard globes of his ass. As Peter groaned, she spread his ass cheeks just a little and moved her face closer so that she cut out most of the water rushing down between them. Gently, she stuck out her tongue and glided it over the crack where his ass came together. She knew that he must be able to feel her hot, slippery tongue running up and down between his cheeks, and it made her pussy ache with anticipation.
Pulling the muscles farther apart, she could see right into his most private hole. Then in one strong move, she plunged her face directly between the muscles and thrust her tongue all around the small button of his asshole.
Marianne had never done anything like this before, but she'd panted while stroking her pussy watching it many times. She'd always wondered what it would be like. Peter tasted very clean, but because of all the crevices, she still smelled the musky sex of his arousal. She felt so wild and so bad. She pressed her tongue in as far as it would go, listening to Peter's groans as he pushed his ass back into her face.
Soon, she reluctantly took her tongue away and slid it down his perineum to the top of his balls again and back. She ran a hand around to the front, stroked, and massaged his huge throbbing tool that felt literally fit to burst. Peter groaned and pumped his cock into her hand hard.
He pushed her away gently and turned to face her. With a hand on the back of her head, he pressed her face toward his cock again. The move didn't have violence to it, and Marianne had time to prepare, but its suddenness sent lighting to her pussy. She opened her mouth and relaxed her throat to take all of him in, swallowing hard around him all the way. Moaning, Peter fucked hard into her mouth and came. She drank it all down, sucking and lapping on him all the way.
After Peter came, he withdrew his semi-hard cock from her mouth, and without a word, pulled her up and kissed her passionately. He leaned behind her and turned off the shower. He held her hand as she stepped out of the stall and then picked her up as if he were going to carry her over a metaphorical threshold. He took her back into the bedroom, carefully laying her on the bed.
Marianne had drops of water all over her, but she felt warm in the bedroom. On top of the sheets, spreading her legs as much for relief as for arousal, she focused on the hot, wet spot between, needing some cool air on it.
Peter came over and sat beside her, naked, his erection only partially gone.
“I am going to have to teach you a lesson. Only very bad girls know how to suck cock like that. Did you learn that from watching a movie, or from doing it yourself?”
His eyes reached out to grab her, engulfing her, as the spark told her they were playing the game again. Here, now, the serious, sensuous game of their lovemaking.
“I watched it in a movie,” she said coyly.
“I bet your pussy is throbbing now too. I bet sucking cock like that made you so wet and desperate for a big dick in you right now.”
His words were electrifying, pouring fuel on the fire inside Marianne.
Oh, God, when is he going to fuck me?
“You know, bad girls need to be taught a lesson. And I think you're very bad.”
Peter thrust his hand between her legs, and immediately Marianne cried out and arched her back so he could pump his fingers into her.
“Look at you now, trying to hump my fingers. You need it so bad, don't you?”
“Oh, yes.” Marianne purred as she pressed her slick opening into his hand, trying to get relief.
Smiling, Peter took his hand away and sat her up. Then, in one skillful move, he pushed her face down with his hand on her back, suddenly twisting her across his knee. It felt strange; although she couldn't be sure, she knew what to expect. She had seen spanking in skin flicks before and had been fascinated, but it had never occurred to her that she'd like it.
The sharp slap against her left buttock came out of nowhere. It took her by surprise and made her gasp. Then she felt another. Then another. By the third, they had started to sting a little, and the fourth, in exactly the same place, actually hurt. Marianne didn't feel so surprised anymore. She felt awkward and a little silly.
Reading her mind again, Peter said, “Do you feel silly with your ass in the air and my hand slapping you? Can you imagine what you look like?” Peter put his hands between her knees and pried her legs apart a little. “Spread your legs, naughty girl, so I can see your pussy while I punish you.”
These words had the desired result. Marianne felt like a naughty girl taking her punishment. She felt wanton and exposed. Her hole started to ache again. Peter had gained his desired effect.
Peter rubbed his hand over the slapped, burning part of her ass. “You are such a bad little girl to go to dirty movies in this sleazy part of town and watch women sucking cock.”
Then, slap, she felt another whack against her other cheek. Then slap, slap, slap, three in succession, the third starting to really sting.
Peter rubbed his hands against the hot flesh. Then he dipped his fingers between her legs, invading her with incredible intensity. She felt his fingers feeling the opening to her vagina.
“Oh, my, and it also seems you like to be spanked,” Peter said in a mocking tone. “What kind of strange woman likes to suck cock like a whore, then get spanked?”
As he said the lewd words, he ran his fingers over her pussy and her clit. She thought she would pass out from the pleasure.
Peter took his hand away from her vagina, and slapped her hard again. This time really stung. Hard on the left buttock and hard
on the right. Firm again on the left, firm again on the right. She could feel the full force of his recovered erection on her belly. It pressed into her like an iron rod. That, combined with his evil words and the unexpected pleasure of the slaps, almost had her floating off into another world.
Peter stopped slapping her and pressed three fingers into her vagina; immediately she started to come all over them.
“Oh, that's it,” he cooed. “Come, my beautiful lady; come all over my hand after I have spanked you.”
Marianne could feel the heat of her orgasm in the base of her spine, the slaps ramming it into her and spreading it through her body. It burned a white-hot heat into her belly that raced over all her nerve endings until she felt her pussy convulsing and sucking on Peter's hand.
Driven crazy with lust, Peter lifted her up and laid her on the bed. Her docility took her over, still in postorgasmic splendor. He paused to look at her, wonder in his eyes again, and then he lay on top of her, pushing his hardness into her dripping pussy.
“Oh, God,” he moaned as he felt her pulsing heat, and the slick, transparent juice surrounding his penis. His entry woke her from delirium, and she felt the possibility of another orgasm rising in her. As he pumped into her, she met every thrust with her legs wrapped around his back, her hips riding up into him. In just a few seconds, Peter started to come hard again. Marianne could feel his cock pulse and thrust as if it had a mind of its own inside her. A small orgasm rippled through her inner walls, clutching and sucking on his member as it lurched and pitched its seed deep into her.
Still lying on top, he slackened a little, allowing a slump without crushing her underneath. They both thrilled, feeling the pleasure of his penis retract and melt out of her body. He rolled off to her side, pulling her with him as he turned to keep the intimacy strong, their faces touching.
He kissed her deeply. The closeness of the moment swept her away such that she almost felt like giggling with complete pleasure. Sensing her rising giddiness, Peter smiled as well.
“Have I got you all day?” she said, grinning into his big, beautiful smile.
“No. I shouldn't be surprised that we've been fucking for almost an hour, but reality is calling me out there. I have a lot to do on the case, and preparations need to be made for a team meeting this afternoon. I know it's a Sunday,” he said in response to the look on her face, “but the hearing starts this week, and there is a lot more riding on it than just Joe's freedom.” He gave her a playful squeeze. “If you know what I mean?”
Marianne smiled, disappointed they had to be apart for the day, but also a little grateful. Time apart to think straight would prove valuable. Her emotions were all over the place, and she needed the clarity of distance.
Peter continued. “I think it's a good idea if we have dinner tonight, and by that I mean just dinner. I want to see you, and be sure you're okay in body and soul, and I want to be certain that you're tucked in safely tonight.” He kissed her. “It might be a good idea also if we had a chance to discuss what has been going on here.”
While she lay there in the languor of the lovemaking, the hot sting in her ass sustained a deep engaging pleasure. She relished the feel of it, as he dressed in the other room. Soon he was next to the bed, suit on just as he had looked the night before, buckling up his watch, and placing a wallet into his back packet. He looked gorgeous. She couldn't believe that she'd made love to him at all, let alone the way she had.
Smiling at her, he said, “Stay there, sunshine. I want to think of you like this all day.” Moving down toward her in the bed, he kissed her forehead and her lips and then walked out of the room. Five seconds later, she heard the front door close, and he was gone.
Chapter Six
Once outside in the fresh air and the startling sunlight, Peter paused on the steps in front of her apartment to acclimate himself, getting his head together.
What was I thinking?
There'd be no way in the world he could avoid difficulty with this one. Even if there was no legal case and no ex-boyfriend like Joe, this would be trouble. To top it off, he had to face the fact he'd fallen apart professionally; the connection between them encouraged a destructive recklessness. Peter shook his head and then continued down the stairs. He tried to remember where he'd parked his car the night before. He had to get himself to the parking lot and work out how much he owed the attendant for leaving his car in the lot all night.
Then Peter remembered the way Marianne looked in the bed as he left, and his cock started to thicken, and everything seemed to make complete sense.
He'd placed his entire firm at risk, not to mention his whole life, with his unethical behavior. Meddling with a woman who wasn't free and would never be, no matter what her thoughts were on the subject, wouldn't win any ethics prizes. Yet, his behavior seemed wise—to himself, deep down. Remembering her as he left her there, tousled hair, large, soft breasts, and her body still warm from making love, it all fell into place.
Peter knew. He'd been waiting for Marianne. Of course, she hadn't turned up just as he expected, but he'd hoped, or rather, longed that someday she would. Now, after one night, he knew she'd arrived. And she'd changed his life in twelve hours.
These were outdated notions. No one thought in terms of “the one” anymore. Peter had never admitted to anyone that he felt that way. The knowing deep inside had nothing to do with being romantic. He'd always known he wasn't normal; “vanilla” they called it in the BDSM world. He knew that that he had extreme tastes and that any woman who came to him would have to be very special. She'd have to be brave and ready for just about anything.
He'd always demanded a great deal from the women he dated. He couldn't help it. Lovemaking for him wasn't just about sex. Feelings took a place of high importance, but his emotions were not the end of the story, either. It had to be, in a strange sort of way, for her edification. She had to expand into the lovemaking, as if she were achieving. It needed to be as if she were becoming a new woman, shedding her unnatural, self-imposed constraints and evolving into freedom.
He felt struck by what he could see in Marianne. It would take them a long time to evolve her into the full potential he'd witnessed the beginnings of last night. He knew she had fears; these were borne of protections developed because of her upbringing. Joe had told him about her horrible upbringing and those neglectful parents. They tried to sell her and her special qualities, rather than cherish them. However, Peter did know what to do with her, and he would never do the wrong thing.
Peter had kissed many frog-ettes, and he knew profound luck had led him to this princess.
Facing this dilemma head-on, Peter realized he wanted nothing to get in the way of this. He also accepted that the odds were against them. It now stood as a question of balance. How could he keep his job and forge a relationship with Marianne? Maybe he could make both happen, but at the end of the day, he wanted her more than anything he could remember. It had taken so long to find her. So long that he had almost decided his standards were too high.
Peter finally found his car and drove directly for his home in Waterloo. He glanced at his watch. Nine-thirty already! In just over six hours, he was expected at the meeting. He had to get some work done. The team would be around at three-thirty for a couple of hours to prepare for the hearing. The original plan of dinner with them would have to be canceled, because he'd told Marianne that he wanted to eat with her, and it was better for the case, anyway.
Driving into the underground parking of his apartment, he waved at the door attendant, who gave him a welcoming smile. It felt good to be home where he had a better chance of his thoughts falling into place.
Peter dived out of his car, racing to the elevator before the door attendant could follow him up and ask questions about where he'd parked the car and why. He took the elevator to the fourth and highest floor, and walked down the cream corridor to his harbor-view apartment.
Moving straight to his bedroom, Peter emptied his pockets on the immaculat
e bed and hung his suit in the section of the cupboard ready for dry cleaning. He changed into casual shorts and a T-shirt, then rifled through the papers that were in his pocket. He tossed most of them into the paper bin in his room, but kept the note that Marianne had read. This he took with him as he strode into his home office shutting the door behind him.
* * *
Marianne lay on the bed after hearing Peter leave and deeply inhaled the scent of lovemaking lingering in the room. With so much to think about and digest, she welcomed some alone time. She'd only slept one night with Peter, and already they were talking about a relationship and making sure that they could be together. Yesterday, she had no idea when she left for Joe's place that she'd be waking up with a new lover the next morning. It felt so sudden and almost too much. Almost.
Stretching lazily, she stood up at the edge of the bed, and reached for her robe. Padding out to the kitchen, she put the electric kettle on for a cup of tea.
What a lover he'd turned out to be. Marianne had a lot to come to terms with here. She felt thrust into a new relationship but also into a completely new world. This man had brought so much into her life in just a matter of hours.
Compared to Joe, it's a whole new world.
It had never mattered to Marianne that she'd only been with Joe in her life. The unusual nature of the relationship meant she'd never had a crisis of experience, those moments people go through when it occurs to them they are missing out because they'd only slept with one person. Joe had always been more than a lover, anyway. Joe was her benefactor.
The whistle of the kettle roused Marianne from her thoughts momentarily. Setting leaf tea in the pot, a morning ritual that had been a part of her life for so long, she let her thoughts slip back to time with Joe. Now, finally, that stood behind her, free to become a faint memory over time.
She poured a mug of hot tea, watching the milk swirl, settle, and mix. Tingles ran up her spine at the thought of a mutual positive end to her time with Joe.