“You’re just saying that because you feel lonely from being cooped up in the hospital.” Susan’s eyes dropped as her smiled turned flat.
“No, I’m completely serious! I’ve been complaining about not being fully recovered because I want to stay here with you. I’m perfectly alright! I kept faking being weak so that the hospital would let me stay. I wanted to make you mine for certain before I went anywhere.” Joe jumped off his bed and hopped around his room to prove his point.
Susan’s jaw dropped as she watched Joe’s performance in disbelief. “How…what…” Her voice trailed off unable to comprehend his sudden strength to move around the room so easily.
“So if I’m discharged today,” Joe continued, “will you still stay with me? Can we be together?”
“Y-yes! Of course!” Susan stumbled still in shock.
Joe lifted Susan up in his arms and held her tightly. Susan returned the hug with tears in her eyes from her overwhelming happiness. Joe wasn’t a vulnerable patient; He was the real deal. She wasn’t having a one-sided love. Susan and Joe could be together beyond the hospital.
“Does that mean I can play with you forever?” Joe smiled lustily. “You should come to my place sometime with your uniform still on.” He pinched her butt playfully.
“I can do that,” Susan replied grazing her hands along Joe’s abs. “It’s a date!”
Sensual Seduction
Volume 2
Three Erotic Shorts
Vivian Duval
Sara Leigh
Elaine LaRue
Matchmaking
By Vivian Duval
Anya’s heels clicked across the tiled floor as she crossed the hotel lobby. She knew that she was early, but that was just part of what made her so successful. She prided herself on her punctuality. It was a big part of her professionalism.
Today was going to be a lot of hand holding. Anya always knew when she had to give extra attention to a client and Lizbeth was definitely one of them. Anya took a seat inside the bar, knowing that Lizbeth would be running late.
Though Lizbeth was not punctual, Anya argued that Lizbeth’s charm and sweet nature overrode any negative qualities she possessed. Lizbeth was, of course, rich. All of Anya’s clients were and being successful meant that Anya knew how to navigate her lifestyle.
Anya checked her schedule on her Blackberry; she knew that she would be lost without the gadget and she used any down time she had to update her calendar and check her messages. As usual, her inbox was teeming with new messages.
When Lizbeth entered, she was carried in on her usual cloud of chaos. She leaned in to kiss Anya on her cheeks before rushing to the other side of the table. “Sorry, I’m late,” Lizbeth said, nearly out of breath. Anya watched as Lizbeth set down armfuls of shopping bags and tucked into her seat.
As Lizbeth ordered champagne, Anya studied her. Lizbeth was physically the opposite of Anya, very petite with long, golden locks that she always wore loose. She was adorable, but naïve and she had had bad experiences with men who dated her just for her money. That was what had driven her to Anya.
Anya had darker hair that was always kept up in a careful bun. Years of wearing only designer clothing taught her how to dress well. Thanks to her parents’ affluence, Anya had grown up around money, while Lizbeth had only recently come into her money due to her great aunt’s inheritance.
A bottle of champagne was set down on the table, as well as two glasses. Anya tried to wave her glass away. “No, Anya, you have to have a glass. I hate to drink alone.” Lizbeth was pouting and the look on her face was pitiful and adorable.
“One glass,” Anya agreed. LIzbeth clapped her hands in delight. “Perfect. We can drink and talk and make plans,” Lizbeth said. Though it was hardly a night out for Anya, she couldn’t help but smile. Lizbeth’s enthusiasm was contagious.
Anya took a small sip of champagne. It seemed to her that she had had similar sips of champagne in cities all across the country. “Did you find someone for me?” Lizbeth asked.
“Possibly,” Anya said, setting her champagne down on the table. Getting down to business made her feel more comfortable. “I have someone in mind, but I want to meet with him again before having him contact you.”
Lizbeth smiled, tilting her champagne flute and swallowing the remains of the delicious nectar. “That sounds so great, Anya. I can’t wait.”
Anya smiled. Though Lizbeth was anxious, Anya didn’t want to set her up with just anyone. Anya was very particular about her clients and she valued her great reputation as a matchmaker among the most elite. She took another sip of champagne, launching into a broad outline of the potential suitor.
When the appointment was over, Lizbeth skipped out as she was happy with the outcome. Anya had another appointment scheduled across town and though it was still early, she decided to head there. If she was too early, she knew she could always respond to email. Work, work, work, she told herself. It was also part of what made her good at what she did.
Anya’s appointment was at an upscale restaurant inside a posh hotel. Though she was early, she was seated immediately. As she walked to the table she had reserved, she noticed that there was already a man sitting at the table.
“You must be Sebastian,” Anya said, stunned to see that he was even earlier than she, but she quickly recovered. She held out her hand and smiled and the man stood, taking her hand into his.
“I must be,” he said. “Are you my date?” He smiled and Anya was taken aback at how handsome he was.
“Not quite,” she said. “I’m more of a date coordinator. I’m Anya.”
“Nice to meet you, Anya,” he said as she sat down and he returned to his seat. “I must admit that I was hoping you were my date.”
Anya smiled. It sounded like a line, of course, but there was something about Sebastian’s manner that made her feel completely at ease. “Thank you,” she said.
“Wine?” Sebastian asked and Anya hesitated. She always limited her alcohol intake during meetings – particularly when it came to meeting with new clients. She also didn’t want to be rude, so she agreed to the house red that Sebastian was drinking.
Anya knew some basic information about Sebastian, information gleaned from the questionnaire that she had each client fill out. She knew from experience that she would learn more just from talking to a potential client than by asking lots of questions. She would let Sebastian direct the conversation and she would learn from him that way.
Sebastian spoke about his job and Anya listened to his words, but also paid attention to his demeanor and body language. He was definitely friendly and flirtatious and mentally Anya ran down her client list. She knew she would have to match him up with someone very special.
“Why would you want to use a matchmaker?” Anya asked. It was a standard question, one that she often thought about.
“Are you trying to talk yourself out of business?” Sebastian asked.
“Not at all,” Anya said. “I’m just curious about your reasons.”
“Lack of time,” Sebastian said. “It makes it difficult to meet interesting people. In fact, this is the first interesting interaction I’ve had in quite some time.”
“Thank you,” Anya said. “That is very flattering.”
Anya rarely felt tempted by a client, though it did happen. Anya could feel it happening every time Sebastian spoke. She found herself watching him, fascinated by his mouth and she couldn’t help but think about what it would feel like to have his lips on her. In fact she was caught up in watching him that she nearly missed what he was saying.
“What about fetishes?” Sebastian asked.
“Pardon me?” Anya said. She was flustered and took a sip of her wine, hoping that he did not notice the effect he was having on her.
“Sexual fetishes,” Sebastian stated. “Do you need to ask me about them?” Before Anya could reply, though, Sebastian continued speaking. “I like to tie women up.” Anya took another sip of wine, waiting for Sebas
tian to continue.
His face took on a more serious look. “It is all about the control. I love having total control over a woman. An assertive, accomplished woman is always more fun to dominate.”
Anya was aware that Sebastian was looking at her and she forced herself to look at him, not wanting him to think her rude. The conversation was definitely getting to her and she thought of his hands touching her.
“Would you care to come back to my room?” Sebastian asked, as though he was able to read her mind. He smiled again. “Strictly to finish our conversation, of course. I feel like we should be thorough.”
“How do I know you aren’t just inviting me so you can tie me up?” Anya asked. She would swear that there was a heat between them, something tangible, but she also knew that she wasn’t shopping for herself. She was simply there to match up Sebastian with one of her eligible single clients.
“I never tie up a woman who doesn’t want it.” Sebastian smiled.
“In that case,” Anya said. “I would be happy to go up.” She couldn’t deny the tingle that she felt at his words. Her professional side was warring with her personal side as she was having non-professional thoughts about Sebastian.
She set her wine glass on the table and followed Sebastian. His hand grazed hers and she felt his warmth. As they stood next to one another before the elevator, Sebastian turned to her. “You would, wouldn’t you? I have a feeling about you.”
Anya didn’t respond, though her heart was beating faster. She was having feelings about Sebastian as well and going to his room was probably not the brightest idea. She was also aware that her calendar was full of appointments to help people find dates and yet her own social life was suffering. She was always so focused on her job that she had neglected certain needs.
Just to talk, Anya reminded herself. Just to talk. The elevator doors opened and the two of them stepped inside in silence. They were standing side by side, barely touching one another.
“I would,” Anya said, her voice quiet. Ever since the first mention Sebastian made of bondage, Anya could think of nothing else. He turned to her and she looked at him, feeling her face flush at the admission. Though she was used to being strong and in control, Anya relished the idea of giving up some of that control for a time.
She held onto that control, though, long enough for Sebastian to turn and look at her. She pressed against him, her lips meeting his and the kiss made her dizzy. Yes, it had been far too long and Sebastian kissed her hungrily, as though he wanted to devour her. Anya wanted to be devoured, wanted to get out of her own head and just enjoy herself.
The doors opened into Sebastian’s penthouse and she stepped off. “You’re sure?” he asked between heated kisses and Anya nodded. “I’m sure.” Oh, yes, she was sure.
“Take off your clothes,” he instructed. He sat down at the end of the bed, his attention focused entirely on her. Slowly she removed her blouse and skirt, already feeling as though she was on display. Her hands were shaking ever so slightly as she removed her black lacy bra and matching panties. Slowly she removed her black stockings and shoes, making a pile of her clothing on the floor.
“Put your hair down,” he ordered as he rose from the bed and Anya did so, letting her dark tresses fall down past her shoulders. She shook it out.
Sebastian stood behind her, his hands warm on her lips. “Lie down,” he said. There was a firm tone to his voice as Sebastian’s lips brushed against her ear.
Anya lay back on the bed, spreading her legs wide at Sebastian’s instruction. She was tempted to close them, aware that Sebastian was examining her, but he leaned over her. “I want to see it, Anya. Show yourself to me.”
Anya complied, keeping her hands by her side, but it was increasingly difficult as Sebastian began touching her. “Rope is a passion of mine,” Sebastian said. “Would you like to feel my rope?”
Anya nodded, not trusting her voice.
Sebastian walked away from the bed but when he returned, he carried several lengths of rope in various colors. “You’re beautiful,” he said. “I can’t wait to see you in my ropes.” The way Sebastian looked at her made Anya feel beautiful and desired – and aroused.
“Put your hands over your head,” Sebastian said and Anya did so without hesitation. Even though she felt nervous, she felt a stronger desire to obey him, to give control to him. She trusted him, though she couldn’t articulate why. She was transfixed by his voice and by this sense of adventure she felt. Anya felt her heart beating wildly as Michael began winding red rope around her wrists.
“I thought you would look good in red,” he said, pulling the ropes tight against her wrist. Immediately Anya had to test the rope and she found that it held securely. She found that being bound made her nervous, but it made her more excited.
“Thank you,” she said, smiling.
“You can struggle all you want,” Sebastian said. “You won’t get free.”
Anya felt the challenge in his words and she knew that he would make sure that she struggled. Sebastian picked up another length of rope – also red – and tied the rope beneath Anya’s breasts. He helped Anya arch her back so he could wind the rope around her back and he began encircling her breasts with the rope until they were bound tightly. Sebastian rubbed his hands over her bound breasts and Anya squirmed beneath his touch.
“Sensitive,” he commented. “Good.” He pinched her nipple between his fingers and Anya squealed. Her breasts were exquisitely sensitive from the ropes and when she looked down, she saw the red of her breasts against the red of the rope. It was stunning to look at and just the sight of her breasts wrapped with rope excited Anya more.
“Very pretty,” Sebastian said as he picked up another rope. This rope was blue and Sebastian rolled Anya over enough to wrap the rope into the harness at her back. He knotted the rope and pulled it down her back, between her legs and up between her breasts where he tied it to the front of the harness.
Anya tried to relax within the ropes as she quickly discovered that she could not free herself. Sebastian picked up the blue rope that barely rested between Anya’s thighs and he yanked the rope hard. Anya whimpered as she felt the rope rub against her clit. Sebastian tied off the rope so that when Anya tried to move, the rope brushed against her clit. She tried to hold still, but Sebastian wasn’t making it easy for her.
“Oh, that is just mean,” she said, her voice getting hoarse as her arousal built.
“I never claimed that I was nice,” he said and the tone of his voice excited her more.
He turned his attention back to Anya’s breasts. Her nipples were hard and Sebastian focused on them. He brought his mouth to Anya’s nipples, licking and sucking at her nipples until she began to move beneath him. With each movement, the rope between her legs tortured her clit. Anya felt the pain and pleasure mingling together within her as Sebastian continued sucking on her bound breasts.
“Oh, please,” she sighed, trying to push her body up against Sebastian, but the rope kept her in place.
Sebastian reached for the rope again, his hand rubbing against Anya’s inner thighs. “You’re getting my ropes all wet,” he told her.
“Sorry,” she said, though she was not sorry at all.
“I guess more teasing is in order,” he said. He used one hand to pinch Anya’s nipple and with the other, he rubbed the rope that rested against her clit. She was moaning, pulling against the ropes that bound her hands as she felt her excitement and arousal growing. She wasn’t sure she would be able to stand much more of his teasing. It hurt and felt good and she wanted to feel him close to her.
Anya felt the tight ropes against her skin and there was something very erotic about the sensations. She definitely felt as though she had no control and knowing that Sebastian could do as he wished just excited her more.
“Sebastian,” she moaned. His hands were touching her all over, exploring her naked, bound body and she wanted to feel him inside of her. Her breasts felt heavy and so sensitive that the li
ghtest touch just made her wetter. Sebastian seemed content to take his time and Anya found herself breathless and begging.
“Please, Sebastian,” she begged, wanting him to relieved the incredible ache she felt between her legs.
“Please what, Anya?” he asked and Anya saw that he was watching her face. Sebastian’s own face was impossible to read and she wanted and needed to know that he was just as excited as she was.
“Please, Sebastian, fuck me,” she groaned as she felt the rope between her legs being pulled taut again. “Please fuck me.”
The rope that had been merely wet a bit ago was now completely soaked. Sebastian untied the crotch rope and removed his clothes. His body felt warm against Anya’s and she felt his weight on her. His hands were on her breasts and his lips pressed against hers.
Anya felt Sebastian’s cock push against her and suddenly he was inside of her. Anya moved against him as she was able, but she wasn’t able to move much. He thrust against her hard and Anya felt pain as his body pressed against the delicate places where the rope had invaded. The pain was completely overwhelmed, though, by the pleasure of Sebastian’s thick cock as he spread her wide and pushed deeper into her.
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