by Marilyn Lee
The Talisman
An Ellora’s Cave Electronic Publication in association with author
Marilyn Lee
ISBN # 1-84360-101-X
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© Copyright Marilyn Lee, 2002.
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Edited by Cris Brashear
Warning:
The following material contains strong sexual content meant for mature readers. “The Talisman” has been rated NC-17, erotic, by two individual reviewers. We strongly suggest storing this electronic file in a place where young readers not meant to view this e-book are unlikely to happen upon it. That said, enjoy…
Chapter One
Aware that the moonlight shining in through the open bedroom window cast a pleasing glow over her body, Cassy Thompson slowly turned, her arms extended so that every inch of her tawny body was clearly visible to the man standing scant inches from her. She knew her breasts, which were large and firm, were one of her best assets; so she came to a slow stop in front of him, fully exposed to his gaze.
His face was in shadows, but his breathing was fast and labored. And a quick glance down at his dark trousers told her all she needed to know. The sizable bulge resting against his thigh was clear evidence of his state of arousal and added to her own rising excitement. This time she was going to get what she wanted. What she'd wanted from the moment she saw him.
“Well? What do you think?” she prodded, her voice husky and a little anxious. “I hope you like what you see.”
“What's not to like?” he asked, his voice thick with desire. “You're as beautiful as I knew you'd be. Every lovely, dusky inch of you.”
Smiling, she undulated her body suggestively in time to the soft, hypnotic jazz playing in the background. She thrust her breasts out and slowly rotated her hips from side to side. “I showed you mine, now it's your turn,” she teased. “Let's see what you're hiding in those pants.”
He quickly discarded his tie and shirt. She watched with heightened anticipation as he kicked off his shoes, pulled off his socks, and scrambled out of his pants. Finally, he removed his briefs.
When he stood nude before her, she stared, her lips parted in silent wonder and delight. His tall tan body was absolutely gorgeous. His shoulders were broad, his chest almost hairless, his abs tight and sexy. His hips narrow but powerful and his thighs, strong and muscled.
But it was his cock, jutting out from his hairy crotch, that made her gasp in eager expectation. She'd seemed larger erections, but size wasn't everything. And he was thick and hard. She stared at him, slowly licked her lips, certain that just feeling the head of that delicious looking weapon sliding into her body would be enough to drive her insane with desire.
“Well? Do I disappoint?” he demanded in a confident voice.
“No. Oh, no!” She held her arms out to him. “Oh...Chandler! Chandler!”
He quickly closed the distance between them and drew her slowly into his arms. She closed her eyes and slipped her arms around him, savoring the feelings rushing through her. The feel of his chest crushing her breasts, of his shaft pressing hot against her stomach, made her shudder helplessly.
“Oh! Chandler! Chandler!” Cassy turned her head and rained a series of quick kisses against his shoulders. His skin was smooth and warm under her lips; too delicious to resist gently nipping at. The sucking in of his breath drew a delighted smile from her. She gradually moved her hands down his back to his buns. The twin mounds were hard and tight. Touching a man's butt had never turned her on so much. She loved the sensations coursing though her as she rubbed her eager palms against his behind.
“Very nice buns,” she whispered trying to force his body closer to hers.
In response, he gripped her hips and grounded his shaft against her aching body. The resultant sensation caused a rush of moistness between her suddenly trembling legs.
Cupping a hand behind her head, he brought his mouth crashing down onto hers in a kiss that ravished and plundered. She moaned as he sank his tongue deep between her parted lips at the same time as one big hand cupped and massaged her breasts.
“Hmm,” she gasped, stretching on her toes to wrap her arms around his neck and return the hungry pressure of his mouth. “Chandler! Oh, Chandler! Please. Please. Now. I need you now!”
Pulling back, he trailed a hand along her body, over her breasts, down over her smooth stomach to palm her mound. She thought she'd die of pleasure when he gently inserted two fingers inside her. She gasped and pushed her hips down against the digits of delight moving slowly inside her. Laughing softly, he pumped his fingers deep in her and urgently rubbed the ball of his thumb against her swollen clit.
She shuddered helplessly, in the grip of mindless pleasure. “Oh! Yes! Yes, Chandler!”
He blew gently into her ear. “You like that, baby?”
“Yes! Oh...yes!”
“Oh, yeah, you like it. I can feel you overflowing. You want more?”
“Yes!” The word rushed out in a breathless, senseless whisper.
He increased the motion and speed of his fingers inside her. She whimpered and felt herself creaming around his fingers. “Oh! Please...you're torturing me...now...now.”
“Yeah, baby. You like that. You're ready. You're ready. You want me? You want me inside your sweet body?”
Her legs buckled and she clung to his shoulders. “Oh, yes! Please!”
He lifted her off her feet and carried her across the moonlit room. He lowered her onto his big brass bed and stood looking down at her.
His gaze lingered on her breasts before trailing down her body to rest on her dark, hair-covered mound. “That's a pretty pink pussy,” he murmured.
Feeling totally shameless and loving it, she smiled and deliberately parted her legs, giving him a better view of herself. Reaching down with a trembling hand, she parted herself so he could see all of her. “What about this view?”
“Oh, God!” He groaned, then he pinned her to the bed with his big hard body.
“Please. Now!” she begged, reaching between their bodies to clutch the object of her desire in greedy hands. He felt hot and silky against her fingers. She shoved her hips up and rubbed the head of his hot dick against her hardened clit. A white-hot bolt of lust thundered through her vagina. “Please! Now.”
“Now!” He echoed in a strained voice. He lifted his body slightly off hers, braced his weight on his knees, and finally, blessedly, placed his hot flesh at the entrance of her quivering mound. She lifted her hips eagerly and moaned as he began to press the big head of his shaft between the lips of her heated sex.
She bit her lip and sucked in her breath. The pulsing head of his dick began the slow, exquisite journey into her hot, wet body. “Oh...yes...yes! God, yes!”
She closed her eyes, lifted her hips, and...
Bbbrring! Bbbrring!
Cassy kept her eyes tightly closed in an effort to hold onto the dream, while she wildly reached out a hand to shut off the alarm. But by the time her desperate fingers located the button to silence the offending buzzer, the dream...her lovely, sexy dream had vanished like a light breeze hit by a blast of summer sunlight.
“Oh, no!” She rolled over onto her back and allowed her eyes to open. She lay in her own bed, in her own bedroom, with an empty dampness between her legs. She turned her head to look at the undisturbed pillow bedside her. Alone. He hadn't been here, except in another of her inexplicable, shameless dreams.
Of all the Saturdays to forget to disable her alarm. If it hadn't rung, she'd now be in heaven. Granted it would on
ly be a dream, but having Chandler Raven make love to her was a fantasy and a dream she'd been having with increasing and disturbing frequency.
She turned and buried her face in her pillow, rubbing her aching mound against the rumpled sheets. Her body quivered and pulsed for relief from the tension and desire created by her erotic dream.
She had as much chance of sleeping with Chandler Raven as she had of starting the upcoming football season as the Philadelphia Eagles quarterback—unless she used The Talisman.
She could still recall her mother, Ida, refusing to accept the small gold figurine from her mother. As her Grandma Maud lay dying, just after Cassy's eighteenth birthday, with her own mother sobbing softly in the background, Cassy had reluctantly accepted The Talisman.
“Cassy, you're a woman now...old enough to own The Talisman,” her grandmother had said.
“No, mama, she's eighteen, but she's still just a baby!” her mother had whispered. “Don't ask her to take that thing.”
“She's old enough to make her own decision, Ida. Just as I let you make your own not to take possession of The Talisman, let her make her own.” Grandma Maud had gripped her hand and looked up at her with dark brown eyes full of pain and worry. “Will you take it, Cassy?”
She had stood by the bed, holding Grandma Maud's hand, tears streaming down her cheeks. She was losing her grandmother and inheriting the small figurine that her mother had always warned her to avoid. Although she shared her mother's fear of The Talisman, she'd felt unable to refuse her beloved grandmother's only request.
“Yes, Grandma Maud. I'll take it.”
“It has the power to bring you love, but there is a price to pay if you use it too often and unwisely. You must use it sparingly and carefully. Make sure that the man you use it on is the man you'll want forever. Never use it otherwise. Used properly, it'll bring you a love like no other. Used improperly, it will bring you a lifetime of grief.”
“I promise...to be careful with it.”
Grandma Maud had then pressed the small cool charm into her palm and closed her hand over it. “Remember, Cassie, you must not follow the ritual unless you're absolutely sure of the man.”
“I promise.”
Grandma Maud had sighed deeply then, as if a weight had been lifted off her. “Go now. I need to sleep.”
“Cassy, why did you take it?” Her mother had sobbed as they'd sat in the back of a cab being driven away from the hospital together. “You know your Great Granny Marie was a Creole and brought it with her when she left the Louisiana bayou. It has powers that you can't control and don't need. You're a lovely girl, Cassy. You won't need it to find love.”
Cassy had shivered, the small gold figurine clutched in the hand where Grandma Maud had placed it. Her hand felt hot and yet cold. She was scared because the tighter she held The Talisman; the more it seemed to vibrate in her hand. Her mother was right. She shouldn't have accepted it.
“I had to take it, Mom. I couldn't let her die worrying what would happen to it when she was gone.”
“She's my mother and I love her, but I'm afraid what's going to happen to you if you ever use it. Oh, Cassy! You must never, never use it.”
Alone in her room, Cassy had locked the door and only then did she dare open her hand. She bit her lip and pressed her free hand against her lips as she stared down into her palm.
The Talisman, approximately one and a half inch high and an inch wide, depicted a couple. Although small, the gold carving clearly showed the firm contours of the nude couple. The woman faced away from the man, revealing the outline of her body, including her hair-covered mound. The man, muscular and aroused, stood behind the women, clutching her breasts in his palms, with part of his cock buried in the woman's body.
Always the copulating twosome, were frozen in that erotic position. Now, to Cassy's startled dismay, the golden couple moved. She could actually see the small, golden dick moving in and out of the woman's body. After a moment, Cassy realized that instead of being in the woman's cunt, as she'd assumed the few times she'd seen the charm over the years, the man's cock was actually tunneling back and forth in the tiny woman's anus. They couple were having anal sex!
That night Cassy had lay awake for hours, holding the couple in her hands, watching the endless mating. When she finally fell asleep, it was only to dream of some faceless man having anal sex with her, bringing her to a climax with several fingers thrusting into her pussy as he came in her bottom. In the morning, tired and ashamed, she had promised never to watch the unnatural coupling again.
In the intervening ten years, she had kept The Talisman in a small jewelry box in the back of her underwear drawer. Although she had occasionally been tempted to take it out and watch the couple having sex, she had resisted the urge. Still, as she lay in bed, alone and lonely, she often thought she heard low moaning in her room. Once, when she dared to look in her underwear drawer, the tiny dick pounded the tiny behind ruthlessly.
Watching, she'd become aroused. Unable to stop herself, she reached out and touched the clenching behind of the male. A shock radiated up her arm when the small, golden dick came all the way out of the woman's anus and her finger touched it.
“Oh, God!” It was warm and hard; like a real penis. It had taken all her will power to put the couple back in the box and close the drawer.
She'd never taken the time to really find out about The Talisman. The next morning she'd gone to her mother and learned as much as she knew about it.
“Your Grandma Maud said she'd followed the ritual with the wrong man and was never happy. My father was a good man, but because she'd used The Talisman unwisely, Mother was never happy with him. If you want to avoid the heartache and misery your Great Granny Marie and my mother faced, don't ever follow the ritual, Cassy.”
“I won't,” she'd promised.
After that, she'd decided that although she couldn't bring herself to destroy it as her mother urged her to, she would not fall into the trap of allowing it to ruin her life.
So using it to lure Chandler Raven was out of the question. If she were to attract him, it would be the old-fashioned way and not by means of the power of The Talisman.
She had always admired women with enough courage to go after the men they wanted. She'd often thought it must be wonderful to be a forceful, uninhibited woman, who didn't wait to be asked out. One who not only asked the man of her choice out, but then went on to seduce him. Maybe do a sleazy striptease for him that left him panting for her before giving herself wantonly and uninhibitedly to him.
That's exactly what she wanted to do the first time she met Chandler Raven. One look into his deep smoky gray eyes, and her heart pounded and her knees shook. Shortly after their first meeting, she found herself daydreaming of lying naked with him on a beach, making love while the waves crashed at their feet. Other fantasies included lying nude under his big, sweaty body in some rose-scented garden while he rapidly pumped his hot cock in and out of her greedy, aching tunnel.
She felt her face burn at her crude thoughts. What was wrong with her? At twenty-eight, she'd only had two lovers. And she never discussed sex with anyone other than her best friend, Derri Morgan. An attorney for a prestigious Center City law firm, Derri was completely no nonsense. Currently involved in an ongoing, long-term relationship with another lawyer, Derri seldom shared her own sexual fantasies. Which, in turn, made it difficult for Cassy to discuss her own in graphic detail or in a vulgar way. She wondered uneasily if her mother was right. Was The Talisman affecting her, even though she had never followed the ritual?
Was that why her dreams of Chandler Raven had become increasing graphic and crude over the last few weeks? As if creating sexual fantasies around a man who didn't even know she was alive wasn't bad enough, she never thought in terms of making love in her dreams anymore. Now it was always fucking—like the small golden couple who fucked endlessly in her panty drawer. In her dreams, she begged to be fucked and Chandler obliged. In her dreams, he sometimes fucked her
missionary style, sometimes doggie-style, sometimes up her anus.
What was it about him that made her think such thoughts? Want such treatment? Especially when she knew there would never be anything between them, not even mindless sex. And certainly not anal sex. There was no way she'd ever engage in anal sex.
She sighed. Like she was going to get the chance to say no to a bottom reaming from Chandler Raven. He was the owner of the computer company where she worked. Much to her surprise, she'd landed the job just two weeks after graduating from college.
Competing against a bunch of twenty-one-year-olds who'd gone to college straight from high school, she hadn't been too sure of her chances of getting the one opening at Raven Electronics. Forget catching the eye of the tall, athletic, dark-haired Chandler Raven.