Forbidden Lust: SEDUCTION
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Just when she could bear it no longer he ceased his play and took his mouth away from her. She felt him shuffle on the bed behind her as he again grasped her ankles and crossed them one over the other and stood on the bed behind her, effectively straddling her from behind. Michelle, realising his intent, involuntarily tightened, waiting for him to enter her. A position and form they had not tried before, this was all very foreign to her and she was thrilled at the idea.
Whether the anticipation had caused her to tighten, or if it was the position of her ankles crossed and backside high, his cock felt unfamiliarly large. She felt the head of it up against her, pushing her open. Wet with desire, the head sank into her, past her inner lips and into her. His thick shaft glistened in the candle light as he worked it in and out slowly, each movement sending shudders through her hips. He started to move faster and faster. Michelle wanted to reach back and grasp him, force him in deeper and harder, but restrained by the scarves, she could do nothing but push back into him, encouraging him to thrust into her.
With him fully inside of her, he leant forward and grabbed the back of her hair. He pulled a handful, timing his thrusts as he pulled it, forcing her head up and a tear to her eyes. The force and dominance in which he held and owned her, thrilled Michelle. He didn’t pull so hard on her hair as to hurt too much, but it was strong enough for her to feel his strength. As he pulled on her hair with his left hand, his right hand reached forward and under, searching for her pert breasts. Moving under the camisole, he cupped her right breast in his hand, strong fingers squeezed in unison with the thrusts. With a stronger pull of her hair, he grasped her small nipple, hardened with erotic desire into a small dark cherry and pinched it, hard! Michelle squealed at the pinch, which only encouraged him further. Pushing harder, he ground into her from behind, going deeper in than she thought physically possible. The pain, mixed with the pleasure of the grinding, sent waves of pleasure through Michelle tightening her around him.
The tempo increased, and their breathing became ragged as their movements became more and more hurried, the sweat and scent of both bodies mixed, until they seemed to be a writhing mass of lust and passion. Faster and harder they rocked, pushing their bodies to the limits, and then past. Michelle climaxed in a rush, ripping the binding off her right hand, she reached back and dug her nails into his side, leaving a red trail in her wake as she scratched and squeezed him as she came. At the same time he shuddered and then tensed. Gripping her ass cheeks, he pushed them open before stopping briefly and finally emptied himself within her, shuddering in pleasure.
Afterwards, exhausted, Michelle sank into the bed as he gently untied the one remaining scarf from her left wrist. Again Michelle tried to turn around, and once more he pushed his hand against her, this time more gently but still firm. Michelle laughed in delight; even at the end he was still playing games.
“Okay have it your way….if dominating me without me seeing you means the same next time, then fine by me.” laughed Michelle, stilly giddy and weak from the primal coupling.
Again the hands stroked her now glistening back, only one candle remained alight and it flickered and wavered as if in its dying throws. Michelle’s breathing began to slow and in the dim fog of sleep, she felt his hands gently remove the binding from around her eyes.
The harsh sound of coffee beans being ground awoke Michelle the following morning. Pulling the sheet up, Michelle rolled over. The bed was empty, she screwed her eyes shut. Hank must have needed to start early again today and for once she didn’t even care. Falling onto her back, she stretched; her muscles deliciously stiff from last night’s activities. A smile played across her face.
Stepping out of the bed, she gathered a light gown over her and headed downstairs to the kitchen.
Laurie, the housekeeper, was in the kitchen, and a fresh coffee sat waiting and steaming on the white stone bench top.
“Good morning” said Laurie, who arrived by 8.00am every weekday to do the household chores.
Michelle smiled, “It is, isn’t it,” she replied. “Thank you for the coffee.”
“My my, aren’t we are in a good mood this morning!” exclaimed Laurie. “Does the present in the foyer have anything to do with that”?
“Present….?” Questioned Michelle, who upon hearing this news, hopped off the stool and walked over to the foyer, coffee mug in hand.
A vase on the table had one red tulip sitting in it. Beside it was a shoe-sized box wrapped in silver paper and tied with a black satin ribbon. With no card accompanying the flower, Michelle grabbed the box and took it back into the kitchen. Grabbing a knife from the drawer she cut open the ribbon and took off the lid. Folded neatly inside, were the same three crimson silk scarves from last night.
The morning and afternoon passed quickly, with Michelle’s regular routine of gym and lunch out filling in a good portion of the day.
It was around three in the afternoon when she heard the car pull into the drive and the gates close. It wasn’t long before she looked up and Hank was standing there in his business suit, looking somewhat sheepish.
Before Michelle could say a word, Hank blurted “Michelle I know I promised, and I know I told you it was different this time and I would make it, but I really couldn’t get away in the end and I’m really sorry”.
Michelle looked confused.
Hank continued seemingly oblivious to her reaction, “The good news is that we closed the deal last night, so I will have more time to make this, and the other nights, up to you over the next few weeks…”
Hank stopped for the inevitable outburst from Michelle, but it didn’t eventuate so he continued.
“So what I would really like is for us to go out for dinner tonight, I cashed in a few favours at work and I have us a table at Level 38 for 7 pm. “
Noticing the box on the table for the first time, Hank walked over and looked in, “Scarves Mich? It’s hardly the weather for scarves. Oh! We’ll put the top down on the convertible, yeah good idea!!”
Michelle hardly heard him.
Her heart was pounding and her hands trembled as they held each other under the table.
What was this…?
Was Hank playing games with her…?
She thought back on the night, not once had she seen his face. Those hands, touching, feeling, thrusting, as if discovering her for the first time.
As the delicious wrongness of it swept over her she looked up at Hank and smiled “Sounds good Hank, yeah, I’ll wear a scarf and we can put the top down. It will be fun”.
Standing up she picked up one of the scarves and raised it to her face. Taking a breath, the scent of coconut and almond filled her nostrils, and the faint smell of the night’s activities.
Whether Hank was playing a deliciously wicked game with her, or if something darker was afoot, it was going to be fun to play along and find out.
The End
Continued with the second instalment Forbidden Lust: “DECEPTION”.
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