Claimed: Covet Book II
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Merrick liked this. She was relaxed and talking. Although He she failed to divulge the source of her restless nights. You will in time my sweet but for now, I'll take what I can get from you.
"You don't owe me anything just because you deflowered me, Merrick."
“I know. I’m just asking you not to shut me out. And don’t think that I’m not aware that you are deflecting, Mya. I’ve gotten to know you pretty well and I want you to know that you can come to me anytime and I won't ever turn you away. I'll be what you need…a friend, lover or therapist. I'll even fuck you until you forget if that's what you need."
Merrick’s words struck a chord. He said everything she needed to hear. She didn’t realize how much his words penetrated her psyche until she felt a tear roll down her face.
“Can you?”
He knew what she needed but he still wanted to hear her say it.
“Can I what Mya?”
Of course, he knows what she meant but he still wanted to hear the words.
“Can you fuck me until I forget...please?
Her voice was low, barely a whisper.
He sat up so he could look at her. “What would you like to forget Mya?”
"Everything…Merrick." Her voice was low and strained with emotion.
The words went straight to his loins. He rolled over on top of her and kissed her passionately…possessively.
Despite her request for a good hard pounding and oh, how he wanted to fuck her with absolute abandon he knew the time was wrong. Instead, he gave her what she absolutely needed… a slow sensual love making session that lasted the rest of the night into the early hours of dawn.
When Merrick woke up later that day, Mya was still wrapped securely in his arms. He smiled as he planted a kiss on her forehead. Good girl, you listened. She fit perfectly in his arms. Merrick couldn't remember the last time he felt so connect to a woman far less waking up with one in his bed. It was a surprisingly pleasant feeling, so pleasant in fact that he drifted back to sleep.
The next day to Merricks delight, Mya kept her word. She didn't run away during the night or early in the morning, she stayed asleep in his arms all night. Truth is, she didn't have a choice. Their ardent lovemaking earlier that morning had left her too tired to move, Merrick made sure of that.
Her nakedness wrapped around him made his cock stir. She was so warm and inviting that he couldn't resist. Finally, he was able to do what he running away had prevented many times before. He rolled over positioning her beneath him. As he blazed a trail of wet kissed down her body, Mya responded with soft moans as she grabbed his head urging him to continue. When he finally reached his prize, he stopped briefly to appreciate its beauty.
The need to taste the sweet tangy juices that called to him was overwhelming. He spread the delicate folds exposing the already swollen bud….
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Chapter 11
Prudent planning is the key to success. Patricia was undoubtedly a meticulous planner. She gave herself a once over before grabbing a black Chanel clutch and heading out the door to her next meeting. As the elevator descended, she softly chuckled at how easy an attractive woman went unnoticed as a murder suspect. Even with members of their inner circle dropping like files, sex among the city’s elite was still an absolute.
When she stepped out of the elevator she felt eyes on her. She almost felt sorry for the man she was seeing tonight. The white backless deep cut Chanel dress stopped just below her ass, an unnecessary added distraction for tonight. It complimented her long bare legs but anything she wore clung to her curves. A simple drop of her clutch would warrant a tantalizing bend over. Men were so fucking predictable.
When she stepped outside the night air chilled her bare legs forcing a delicious chill up her legs that resonated through her body. She stepped into one of the many cabs waiting outside.
The drive was long but the reflective. Tonight was special. They met at a dinner party several months back. It was brief but meaningful. He had to be careful because he brought the ever-watchful, shrewd, intensely frigid wife along like most of the men there.
He sat across the room watching Patricia nonchalantly stirring her martini and repeatedly bringing the dripping wet olive from the drink to her lips. She sucked the olive dry each time before returning it to the glass. The action was deliberate. She flicked her tongue out a few times allowing the tip to play with the olive and even wiped off a few drips of martini that dripped onto her chin with her finger, sucking it slowly, thoroughly, and deeply.
His dick got so hard he thought it would burst. He had to taste those lips. Her plan worked like a charm, he sent a note by his assistant. When the bartender handed it to her she feigned surprise. It read:
I'm jealous of that olive, I would love to get to know you, however, I'm indisposed at the moment. Here's the number to my private cell.
–Jealous guy about to give the speech.
Oh, and thanks for the hard cock by the way
Patricia smiled timidly while reading the note. The performance was everything and she was a skilled actress. Her craft was seduction and she earned an Oscar with every performance. On queue she could go from shy virgin to Dominatrix, it all depended on what the audience wanted. And, it just so happens that this one liked pain…inflicting it on shy virginal girls and women.
After that night she waited a week before sending him a text with a picture attached. It read: “Sorry I didn't stick around for your speech, please forgive me.”
She attached a photo of bare dripping wet pussy after masturbating. He responded immediately with a rather unimpressive photo of his cock. The banter went on for weeks. She intentionally made him wait until the necessary preparations could be made. This one was special.
When she arrived at the rendezvous it was dark and secluded darker than she remembered. It was as if the night itself dimmed in anticipation for what was to come. As usual, she arrived before her host, plenty of time to make preparations.
She was on his mind constantly since the campaign dinner over a month ago. Over a fucking month!!! The thought simultaneously excited and pissed him off. The image of her sucking that fucking olive played over and over in his head. After that night he waited for days to hear from her and then just when he had given up hope the picture came.
The wait was worth it. He was in the middle of dinner with his wife and kids when he got it. A demure apologetic text with her exquisite pussy still ripe from orgasm. After dinner, he fucked his wife with extra fervor that night, with the thought of Patricia’s pussy on his mind.
Now, after weeks of waiting she would be his tonight. He adjusted his tie in the mirror one last time before heading out through the hotel's service elevator, successfully ditching the security detail. Pressing the P1 button he smiled broadly, a devious smile, an anticipatory smile, unbeknownst to him, his last smile…
Patricia woke up feeling refreshed. Her activities the previous night and over the past several months left her mentally and physically fulfilled but, there was so much more work to be done.
She reached over blindly searching for the T.V. remote until her hand hit something hard and familiar, she nonchalantly clicked the on button. Conveniently, the news was on.
She was laid out in bed looking idly at the ceiling. Mya’s voice came through the surround sound. A sweet affirmative voice filled the room, it was pleasant and reassuring that it brought an involuntary smile to Patricia's lips. She turned her head toward the television.
Epilogue
There was something disturbingly calming about setting a man’s flesh ablaze and watching him burn. It’s quite entertaining to watch. They dance in earnest and it loosens the tongue. It's a surefire way to get a night out dancing and honest conversation all in one.
Consumed, Anne McClean
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