by Dee Stone
“I’m carrying you to my castle, Bella. To do many evil things to you.” I waited for her answer, which never came. For once she didn’t have a comeback.
The ride in the elevators was fast, and within a few seconds the doors opened to my penthouse.
She craned her head around and you could see by the expression on her face she was impressed by the accommodations. There was a crystal chandelier in the dining area, a huge sixty-inch, widescreen television, and two bedrooms with attached bathrooms. Yeah, the penthouse was grand.
I let her body slide down mine, her dress hiking up in the front as she slid. My hand that had been holding her under her thighs slowly slid up, taking the back of the dress with it. I saw the shiver overtake her as my hand briefly touched between her legs. It was hard to remember she was a virgin, considering how responsive she was.
Closing my eyes briefly I stepped away. After taking a few deep breaths, I opened them again, “A drink?” all she did was nod.
I walked over to the bar and checked what kind of spirits were there. Jack for me.
We had left the champagne in the car, but I needed something stronger for now.
Turning to Mary, I asked, “What’s your poison, Bella Mia?”
She shrugged, “Whatever you’re having.”
Raising an eyebrow, I held out a tumbler of amber liquid on ice. Mary nodded again in reply. Hm. She is being quiet for once. She must be nervous.
While making her glass, I made sure I only added a splash of the spirit, with water and ice before handing it to her. I watched her intently as she raised the tumbler to her lips and began coughing, her face scrunched in discomfort after her first sip.
She lifted the glass to her lips again, this time the liquid going down a bit easier. After the third sip, she was a pro.
Motioning for her to relax on the sofa, I settled next to her, the small bottle of Jack in front of us. I filled her tumbler with a touch more when she motioned with the glass held out.
I added more to mine and with the remote I soon had soft jazz surrounding the room from the strategically placed speakers. Leaning back, I relaxed into the softness of the couch while Mary settled with her head against my shoulder. With her next to me I was able to relax. Closing my eyes, I sipped on my drink again with one hand, while my other arm wrapped around Mary, pulling her close.
Feeling the movement of small hands against my chest, I opened my eyes to heated ones.
I let her take the initiative this time, taking over the seduction.
Her fingers slipped the buttons out of the holes of my dress shirt, one by one. Pulling the shirt out of my pants, Mary finished unbuttoning it.
I stretched my legs out and let my arms hang as limply at my sides. She was in control of this train wreck.
She lifted a leg and straddled me, so she was able to pull my shirt off easier. As the shirt pulled off my shoulders and down my arms Mary leaned down to place a kiss on one of my pecs. I hissed as her hot, little tongue touched my skin.
Closing my eyes, I gritted my teeth at the torture I was going through, my pants getting tighter and tighter as my cock grew harder and harder. When she wriggled her sweet little ass against my cock I thought I would die. Or explode.
“Bella, please,” I groaned. “Stop this or I will cum in my pants.”
Opening my eyes again I wanted to smack her ass when I saw her grinning mischievously. “Bella––” I groaned again, shifting uncomfortably on the couch.
Her hands slid down my sides, traveling to my pecs, where she pinched a nipple, down my abs to my belt. How am I going to be able to stand much more?
Fisting my hands at my sides, I closed my eyes again, only to hear the clink of my belt unclasping.
Mary’s lithe fingers brushed against my stomach, causing my abs to jump as she unsnapped my pants and slowly let the zipper down. Her fingers smoothing the waist to my pants apart as she opened the area for my cock to thrust out.
Not being able to take the torture any longer, I picked her up by her waist and quickly flipped our bodies, so she was no longer on top. Her gasp was a soft breath of air as she laid flat on her back.
No, this isn’t the place to do this. The place to show her the joys and passions of sex, I silently scolded myself.
Standing up, I almost tripped on my hanging pants, though managed to pull her into my arms again, carrying her into the bedroom. This time she snuggled into my arms, her smooth cheek resting against my clean-shaven one. My heart almost exploded from my emotions. Not love, it couldn’t be. It’s too early.
Not wanting to think about the emotions I was feeling, I was thankful for the fact the master bedroom was only a few steps away.
Walking into the room, I gently dropped her into the middle of the bed.
Her eyes were heavily lidded, as the alcohol she had moved through her system. I had better hurry and get started or she will be asleep. Chuckling I thought, Boy, is she a lightweight.
Lying next to her on the bed, I began my seduction.
7
MARY
I knew drinking all that alcohol had been a bad idea, and it moved through my system at a fast pace. My brain was fuzzy with questions about where I was, or how I got there. However, I knew Markus wouldn’t do anything I wasn’t okay with, and I knew he wouldn’t force himself on me. I had wanted to do this with him forever. It felt like I’d loved him my whole life.
I stretched my neck up to see where I was, and white walls and a multi-colored hotel comforter filled my eyes.
At the foot of the bed, Markus stood, hands at his hips, a smirk on his lips, pants unzipped, and his substantial cock before my eyes.
My eyes widened at the sight. I know it is supposed to fit, but I wonder if someone lied. His smirk got larger and I at that moment, I wanted nothing more than to smack that grin right off his face.
His pants finished their downward decent, taking a short trip across the room along with his shoes and socks. Kneeling on the bed, he crawled up to where I laid and settled next to me on his side.
A hand lightly smoothed along my throat, to my collarbone, and finally to my chest. His lips touched mine in a sweet peck. Once. Twice.
My head swirled at the new emotions overtaking me. Lust, joy, passion. Though the passion was taking a front seat.
Moaning a soft breath, his seeking fingers found my nipple and began playing. His fingers pinching and rubbing through my clothes as he watched my face.
Lips kissed their way up my chest, to my throat, where he paid particular attention to the pulse points, teeth biting at the tender skin.
My chin was next on his list, as he bypassed my lips. I sucked in a breath when he kissed both of my cheekbones and my eyelids.
Markus held my head still, his hands on my cheeks, as he stared into my bemused eyes. There was a streak of bright light that drew our eyes to one another. Our spirits touched. I always thought soul-mates were a bunch of hooey, but maybe I was wrong.
Our lips touched in a sweet, soft kiss. Then, as though he were a man starved of water, he pressed his lips to mine, hard; demanding everything from me.
I knew, by the force he was using, they would be bruised. It was as if he could never get enough from me. He had to take it all.
I opened my mouth to him, my lips parting to let his tongue sweep inside. His tongue stroked against mine and began a dance of love.
The nerve endings on my body began to overload and I began to shiver in anticipation. My hands began to stroke against his body, before instantly halting in my actions. His shirt was still on. I had to do something about that.
Sliding his shirt from his broad shoulders, down his bulging biceps, he released me enough to help me shrug the shirt off. Arching a brow at me, he looked at my dress and then at me.
Getting the message, I maneuvered my body enough to allow me to slip the dress up and off, leaving me in only my bra and thong.
Hearing a hiss of breath, I lost my smile when I turned to see his face tighte
n. Markus’s eyes narrowed at the sight of my hand reaching for his long cock. I had read steamy romances; I knew what to do with it––kinda.
I began a slow, steady up and down glide from base to swollen tip, watching his face for any reaction.
Taking a deep breath in, his chest would rise and suddenly hold steady. His hands fisted for a moment, as the muscles in his face and arms tightened.
Pumping harder and faster, up and down, I knew I was doing it right by all the shouts of, “Yeah, baby. That’s it, Bella.”
Trying for something more, I lowered my head and touched my tongue to the tip. He moaned so painfully loud I drew back in alarm.
“What did I do wrong?” my voice went high at my question.
“Nothing, Bella,” he said soothingly. “You did everything perfectly. Too perfect. I thought I was going to cum right then.”
Empowered by his comments, I went right back to the blowjob I had begun.
Leaning back down, I touched my lips around his dick, taking the head into my mouth. My tongue swirled around the crown before taking a bit more of him deeper, his sounds of passion and delight encouraging me to take more of him into my mouth. He gently placed his hands on the back of my head, petting my long hair, as my hands moved to his butt, pulling him closer as I bobbed my head on him.
Grasping his balls in one hand, I held the base of his cock with the other, taking as much of them into my mouth as I could, sucking and licking along their soft edges. His increased breathing let me know he was becoming more aroused from my sucking gently on his balls.
Rolling his balls gently in one hand, I moved back to his cock, trying to take as much of his dick down my throat as I could. I surprised myself when he hit the back of my throat. While my mouth encased his length, my tongue licked along his shaft and the head until I had nowhere else to go.
After a moment, he gently pulled me back by my hair. Licking my lips, I pouted.
“You were so perfect, Bella, but it’s my turn now. I want this to be so spectacular for your first time. Now lie back.”
I did as he asked, nervously waiting. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me, but I couldn’t help but wonder what was next?
Markus grabbed my ankles, spreading my legs wide. I giggled nervously as I had never been in this position before, and he looked up quickly in surprise. I shrugged as I placed a hand over my mouth. What could I say, I giggled like a schoolgirl when I was nervous.
He smiled. Pulling the thong down and off my legs, he tossed it onto the floor. I could feel the wetness emanating from between my legs.
Licking his lips, he lowered his body to my spread thighs. Boy, am I glad I got waxed the other day.
Markus slowly kissed his way up the inside of one thigh, lingering just a bit when he reached the apex of the other. Spreading my lips wide, he blew a long breath onto my clit, sending chills through me from sensation.
One long lick from my vagina to my clit practically had me bouncing off the bed. Another lick. I closed my eyes, moaning at the sensations overtaking me.
Keeping me on edge, he avoided my clit while he paid attention to my outer lips. He licked and nibbled as I tossed my head from side to side, until he finally placed his tongue against my clit and hummed his delight.
Sucking the bud into his mouth, his tongue lashed against it as he pressed down. I screamed as the orgasm overtook me, my panting turning to sobs as the sensations made my emotions overload.
Taking me into his arms, Markus soothed me as I slowly came down and my heart rate finally slowed.
“Do you want to continue? We can do more another day,” he was so solicitous it made me love him a little more.
I shook my head in the negative––still so overcome I couldn’t speak.
He reached over, taking both breasts into his hands, he rolled the nipples between his fingers. Massaging both breasts gently, he grasped them into his hands, pushing them together, and took my nipples into his mouth. The sensation of his warm, wet mouth sucking both of them made me shudder as I came again.
Markus took me into his arms, murmuring sweet nothings into my ears, as his hand swept from the top of my head to the swell above my buttocks, over and over until my breaths slowly calmed.
Cuddling closer into his arms, my eyes closing as I struggled to stay awake, his warmth surrounding me, I wanted to stay there forever, except I wanted him to continue with my seduction.
8
MARKUS
Mary cuddled into the warmth of my arms, and I couldn’t imagine anything better. Well, other than relieving my blue balls, that was.
My hands gently stroked her arms and then her hair. I loved her hair––it was so soft.
My hands began to wander until I absentmindedly stroking her full breasts, her nipples puckering under my ministrations. I continued stroked her breasts, playing with them as I tried to imagine a world where we could work out. I am old enough to be her father, I reminded myself.
As she began wriggling in her sleep, I shook the negative thoughts away.
She began rubbing her thighs together, bucking her hips slightly, as I ramped up her desire, even in her sleep. Not one to quit before a woman finished, I paid particular attention to her gorgeous nipples, rolling them between my fingers. I had to have another taste. Bringing the object of my affection toward my mouth, I closed my lips around their perfection.
As I suckled, I raised my eyes to find her bemused ones staring back at me. She hitched a breath as her hands reached for the back of my head, pulling me closer.
Throwing her head back she moaned louder as my hand found the apex of her thighs, stroking along the hairless area there. I bypassed her clit on purpose, wanting, needing to get her as wet as possible, in preparation of what was to come.
Mary’s thighs parted, and I ramped up my rubbing and stroking, waiting for another orgasm to strike. I wanted her to have more. I was proud to say I was quite large, and I didn’t want to hurt her.
Leaning down, I pressed my lips to hers in a hard, passionate kiss. One that could burn cement. My tongue forced itself between her lips, her arms wrapping around my neck, pulling me as close as she could.
Her hips were plastered against my hand in a rocking movement. Taking a leg, I moved it to my hip so my hand would have easier access to her heat. I watched as Mary threw her head back, hair splaying out in a blonde glitter from the moonlight in an open shade.
The movement of my hand came increasingly faster until she shuddered and moaned out her orgasm. I continued to flick her clit with my finger to stretch out the orgasm. She thrashed about, trying to escape me, and my fingers. I knew she didn’t know whether she was in heaven or hell.
Tears leaked out the corners of her eyes as she held herself to me, shaking out the last of the orgasm.
“Markus? I’m ready,” she whispered, her large, eyes staring at me, trust emanating in them.
“All right, let’s get you ready for a ride,” I winked down at her..
I leaned over her again, pressing my lips hard against hers, grinding them into her teeth, my tongue sweeping the inside of her mouth. I wanted all of her.
My fingers lightly stroked back and forth over both of her nipples until the bottom half of her body wiggled and her legs scraped against each other in frustration.
Releasing her mouth, I made my way to her luscious breasts. Sucking one nipple into my mouth my magic fingers did their work on the other. Pulling, rolling, and twisting. I had her screaming my name in no time.
I thrust one thigh between hers, forcing her legs apart. Slipping into place, my cock rubbed at her opening. Slipping a hand between us, I rubbed her clit, sending her off and running again. “Are you ready, Mary? Tell me now.”
Her head turned back and forth with an outpouring of emotion, unable to speak. Taking my finger off her nub, I took her face between my hands, holding her still. “Mary,” I said again to get her attention. She nodded distractedly. “Yes! Yes. Do it! Yes!”
She couldn’t speak in
whole sentences from the pleasure coursing through her, but she had enough presence of mind to say yes, and Christ was I glad.
Settling between her thighs, I set to work on her clit again. When her moaning hit a high keening I slowly entered her.
Moving inside a fraction, I stopped for her to adjust. This is going to kill me. I moved forward a fraction more, my hand on the base of my dick to keep from erupting. Moving forward again, I stopped to allow her to adjust once again.
“Faster. Harder. Hurry! I can’t take this any longer.” She whine, trying to force herself up.
Grunting, I pushed my cock in an inch more before pulling out and pushing in an inch more. Gritting my teeth, I closed my eyes and pushed in hard. Hearing a gasp and feeling her wince, my eyes flew open, and I immediately stopped.
Mary’s eyes were wide in shock as my cock slid fully into her. Her gaze shifted sideways and I could see her adjusting mentally.
“Move,” she demanded impatiently.
Not one to ignore an order, I did as she demanded. “Are you ready for a fast ride, Bella Mia?”
She lifted her legs, confidently wrapping them around my waist. For a virgin, she certainly knew what to do. If I hadn’t felt the tissue tear, I would have thought she had lied.
Placing my forearms on either side of her head, I pulled out until just my crown was still inside of her. I thrust in again, eliciting a scream. Stopping after hearing her scream, I checked for any sign of pain. Instead, I was greeted with a look pure ecstasy on her face.
Her eyes opened briefly, confusion clouding them. Pulling out I shoved back in, watching her eyes for any pain. Nothing.
Her breath hitched as she arched her back. I took that as the ”go ahead” and slammed back in, eliciting another loud scream of my name. Rolling my hips, I placed her leg onto my shoulder changing the angle. With my cock inside of her, and my fingers rubbing her clit, she was gasping my name repeatedly in a chant.
I powered into her, faster and faster, the new angle giving me deeper access. Continually rubbing her, I finally felt her break into an orgasm. Panting, her gasps filled the room as she rode out her orgasm. The feeling of her pussy gripping my shaft had me moving harder, shoving myself in over and over until I felt myself explode, my cum filling her.