STUNG (Dark Erotic Romance)

by Marlowe, Alana

  Instead, she picked up the letter and read it again. The tears began to fall as she read it a second time, paying more attention to it this time. Her tears were happy tears. She had FINALLY found the kind of man she was looking for.

  Someone who actually wanted a wife that would be there just for him. Not a wife that would also “bring home the bacon”. For so many years, she worked in corporate and hated it.

  All she dreamed about was finding that husband who loved her and wanted a wife that he could take care of, and that she could take care of him without her having to hold down an external job.

  She knew what she wanted went against all the conventional thinking. All the women’s movement was about was being independent and not having to rely on men. But that is actually what she wanted.

  She wanted to rely on a man. She wanted to be a housewife! And she wanted to be proud to be that and not be looked down on for it.

  The problem was, most men these days have been so conditioned to have a working woman that they don’t know how to do anything else. It was so refreshing to find a man who thought the way she did.

  Now she had to decide if she could handle his domestic discipline request. She couldn’t believe her luck. She had often fantasized about an alpha type male being in control. She had just never really experienced one in a normal relationship before.

  Could she handle it? She had read about “Head of Household” or “Taken In Hand” type relationships on forums and from other women. She had never actually met someone in person who was in this type of relationship. She had so many questions. So many thoughts racing through her head and her body.

  As she continued to think about lying over Alex’s lap with her bottom bare and getting pink from his hand, she also noticed her body reacting with a heightened sexuality and awareness. The moistness between her legs was pronounced as she reached down to see just how wet she was getting.

  For a brief moment she was stunned at just how turned on she was by just thinking of his request. She wondered if she was crazy for getting turned on by the thought of someone delivering pain to her body in this way. But at this point, all she wanted was to continue in this fantasy and feel the pleasure of where her mind could take her.

  She slid her body down on the couch to make herself more comfortable as her hand drifted underneath her soft cotton panties, reaching her tingling clit. She closed her eyes and thought about being bent over Alex’s knees, her bare bottom facing upward as his hand held her tightly down around her waist.

  As she imagined the sound of him smacking her bottom, she could feel the heat building up both on her bottom and in her belly as she felt the tremors of pleasure begin to take hold.

  She circled her clit slowly at first, building up the fantasy in her mind. As her hips began to rock in time with her clit circles, she dipped her fingers down between her petals and felt how slick she had become.

  Imagining her bottom was on fire by now only intensified the pleasure as her fingers moved furiously over her clit forcing the current of sexual electricity to wave through her. Sara wondered if she would be able to take it.

  Her womanhood twitched as her hand moved over her clit, circling faster and faster, bringing her higher and higher. Her mind was in a frenzy as she imagined Alex’s hand landing over and over again on her now hot buttocks.

  As she squirmed around on his lap in her fantasy, she brought the waves of pleasure forward through her body, every muscle in her body tensing with passion while waiting for release. Her whole body was now shaking and trembling as she felt the wash of pleasure waves fall over her.

  Even though her clit was way too sensitive she didn’t want to stop the fantasy as she continued rubbing her clit, making her body jolt until she was too sensitive to touch herself any longer. Breathing heavily with her eyes closed, she lay on the couch allowing her body to regain its composure while she wondered if her body would truly react in real life as it does when she fantasized about it.

  After catching her breath and cooling down, Sara picked up the box and took out the ring. She placed it on her left ring finger and admired its beauty.

  How did he know the perfect size? How did he know what she liked? He must be paying attention. That alone spoke volumes to her.

  She leaned back on the couch and looked at the ring. Today was Sunday. She had until Friday to make up her mind for sure.

  But for now she decided to just lay back and think about how they met and what brought both of them to this point in time.

  Running Into Destiny

  Sara didn’t feel all that pretty, and not all that skinny. She was average looking, and had to wear makeup to even feel comfortable about herself. For some reason, she also had been carrying around extra weight that just didn’t want to leave.

  When she moved out to the outskirts of Little Rock, she was glad to have a fresh start. She had no intention of dating anyone for a while as she wanted to work on getting in better shape and eating better. She managed to find an inexpensive little house just outside of town.

  It was in need of repair, but Sara was handy and unafraid to take on the projects. Included in those projects was putting a garden in the yard.

  It was while she was at the local nursery picking up plants that she first met Alex. He was there picking up a truckload of mulch with a co-worker of his. He was in the truck catching bags of red bark mulch as his buddy was tossing them to him when he missed one and it almost landed on her.

  It was her fault actually because she wasn’t paying attention and walked in between the two men working. She jumped back just in time to not be smacked by the flying bag and when she did, she stumbled and landed right on her bottom.

  In a flurry, Alex was off the truck and by her side asking her if she was OK and apologizing for almost hitting her. “I’m so sorry, ma’am, please let me help you, ” Alex said as he reached out with one hand behind her arm and the other hand grabbing her hand. His strong hands were rough and calloused from working, but all she could feel was the electricity when he touched her.

  Blushing, she said, “No, it is quite alright. I should have been paying more attention.

  I’m sorry for getting in the way.”

  As he pulled her upward to her feet, he tugged a little too hard and pulled her body right into his, bouncing slightly as they both hurriedly backed away from each other, this time both of them blushing.

  She looked down at the ground, then up towards his face. She felt as if it things were going in slow motion. Her heart was racing as her eyes met his. The steel blue of his eyes seemed to cut right into her soul. She almost couldn’t hold her gaze but at the same time was mesmerized and speechless.

  “Are you ok, Miss?” the voice said as it flowed from his lips to her ears. His face had half a day’s razor stubble already showing and his hair was cut short on the sides from what she could see under the cowboy hat.

  “Um..yes, yes of course. I’m fine. Just embarrassed.” It was then that Sara realized that she was wearing no makeup, wearing an old pair of overalls with a dirty t-shirt underneath and her long red hair was in braids, like one of the girls from Little House on the Prairie.

  Great. She meets mister handsome and she looks like hell.

  She reached back and brushed off the dust from her bottom as she broke her stare, then squatted down to pick up the plants she dropped when she fell. As he bent down to help her, a gust of wind blew off his cowboy hat revealing a thick dark blond head of hair that was short on the sides and longer on the top. It had a little bit of curl to it and was wet from sweat.

  He hopped up and chased his hat down, putting it back on his head. By the time he caught his hat, Sara had picked up all the dropped plants and continued to walk towards one of the other greenhouses, when she heard his voice once again.

  “Ma’am? Ma’am?” he called out. She stopped and turned around towards him, the sun in her eyes making her squint. All she could think about was if he noticed all her wrinkles and sun spots from
working outside with no makeup or sunscreen.

  “Hi, my name is Alex. Actually, it’s Alexander. Most folks around here just call me A.J.” he said, holding out his hand to shake hers. She smiled big, knowing that there was no way in hell he would be interested in her, and shook his hand back, making sure to squeeze it nice and tight and not frail like most women do.

  “Hello, Alex, Alexander, A.J.” she quipped, giving him the impression that since he had three names that he wasn’t sure what he wanted to be called, so she called him all three. He chuckled at her response.

  The warmth of his hand in hers made her palms immediately break out into a sweat. Fortunately, it was a hot day outside so she figured he wouldn’t be able to tell it was from her nervousness. As she released his hand, she turned to leave and started to walk away.

  “You’re not from around here, are you?” she heard him say with her back already to him. She stopped and paused momentarily before turning on her heel towards him again.

  His head was cocked to one side as he leaned onto his right leg, his right hand now halfway into his pocket and the left hand on his hip. He was grinning from ear to ear, almost like he knew something about her that she didn’t.

  “No, I am new to the area.” She said, pausing, not wanting to reveal too much information. In the past, she had freely opened up to anyone who would listen. She learned that being so open was actually deadly to a new relationship. Instead, she would be aloof and make the guy actually work a little to get the information from her.

  “May I ask your name?” he said, as he took a step closer to her. She bit her bottom lip as she looked into his warm blue eyes. She swallowed hard, feeling the dust and heat finally catch up to her.

  “Sara. My name is Sara.”

  Flushed, she put her hand up over her eyes to block the sun so she could see him better.

  “Nice to meet you, Miss Sara.” He said, as he tipped his hat to her.

  She smiled as she looked down at her worn out shoes. Ugh. Why did she have to look like such a slouch today.

  “There is a little place right up in the front that has some really ice cold beverages. Could I buy you a Coke, Miss Sara?” She liked the way he spoke to her, all gentlemanly like.

  She wondered if he was from here or farther south the way he talked. She also couldn’t believe he was asking to buy her a drink. But she figured it couldn’t hurt and she was parched.

  “Ok, I think so.” She replied.

  “Let me finish up with Ralph and I will meet you up in the front, then Miss Sara.” She nodded and began walking to the front building to pay for her plants.

  As she walked, she wondered if this guy was interested or if he was just feeling guilty for almost hitting her with the mulch. The way she looked right then, she figured it was the latter so she just chalked it up to meeting someone that was an actual gentleman.

  It did give her hope that there were still nice guys around, albeit hard to find.

  The front part of the greenhouse was the only part that was air conditioned. As she walked in and closed the door behind her, the cold air blew across her face and she stood there momentarily to feel it evaporating the sweat from her face and neck. It was so hot already and it was only spring.

  She hoped her window air conditioner at the little house, she had would be able to handle the summer heat.

  She looked around and over towards the back wall there were several outdoor type little bistro tables and chairs. They were surrounded by trees in pots and some of the trees were lighted with white Christmas mini lights. It was so quaint!

  Who would have known such a perfect little spot was inside a nursery? Sara already felt so at home in this little town.

  Sara took her plants over to the counter and waited in line to pay for them, admiring how they turned the place into a great little spot to hang out.

  “That’ll be eight dollars.” the young man behind the counter said. She shelled out her dollars and got her receipt. Picking up her box, she turned around just in time to see Alex walk in the door.

  “Hi A.J.” the kid behind the counter hollered.

  “Excuse me, Miss Sara,” he said as he passed her, “Let me take care of my bill and we can go get that Coke I promised.” His smile sent shivers down her spine.

  He’s not interested in you, he’s just being nice, she thought, brushing her hair a little under the breeze of the air conditioner.

  She stood there and waited patiently for him to finish his business, hoping the cool air would help her not to look so wretched.

  “Hi Marty, I got 50 bags of red mulch and a couple of Cokes. Just put it on the bill for the ranch please.” He told the young man behind the counter who nodded in acknowledgment.

  Alex strolled back over towards Sara. “Shall we go have a seat?”

  He lifted his arm up with his palm upwards pointing towards the seating area. She blushed as she walked passed him towards one of the little tables. It felt funny having a man be so polite and gentlemanly like, considering she looked like a tumbleweed right now.

  Taking a seat, she watched as he went over to one of the old style Coke machines that had the single tall front door. You normally would put change in and pull out a bottle, then it would be replaced by another bottle that would roll into its place. This one just lets you take what you wanted.

  Sara figured in this kind of place, people were honest and didn’t try to steal Cokes. She thought that was cool and loved the idea of that kind of integrity in a town and its people.

  Alex brought the two Cokes over after removing the caps in the machine. It felt good to sit inside with the cool air conditioning. She could feel her face was hot and probably red from the heat. The sweatiness and the dust combined made her feel like Pigpen with a dustball following her everywhere.

  “Here you go, Miss Sara. This will help quench your thirst.” He said, handing her one of the bottles. It was ice cold. She felt the cool glass bottle as it hit her lips. She loved a Coke in the old style bottles. As she lifted the end of the bottle, the cold liquid hit her mouth like water hitting a fire. The carbonation was perfect and it tasted so good. She wondered how it was that a Coke in a glass bottle tasted so much better than one from the can or plastic bottle. As thirsty as she was, she managed to finish half the bottle in the first gulp.

  “Well, now, you were thirsty…” Alex chuckled as he drank all of his in one wash.

  “Yes, it is pretty hot and dusty today. I hope we get a good rain soon. I need to get these vegetables in the ground and would rather let the rain take care of them instead of having to water them.”

  “Actually, we get a good amount of rain usually. It is rare that someone has to water unless we are in the dead heat of summer. Summers can be brutal here.”

  Sara put the bottle back up to her mouth and finished the Coke. She didn’t usually drink soda because she was weight conscious, but it was really good today and she didn’t want to turn down the invitation.

  “Would you like another one, Miss Sara?” Alex asked.

  “No, thank you. Thank you for the Coke, Alex, Alexander, A.J.” She said with a quirky grin.

  He chuckled at her and found her quite adorable. “You can call me Alex. But I answer to any of the three.” He lowered his eyes momentarily, then raised them and leaned onto the table to get a little closer to her. She wasn’t prepared for that and leaned back in her chair to maintain her own space.

  He felt the pullback and smiled at her.

  “Thank you for sharing a Coke with me, Miss Sara. Can I help you to your car?”

  In a flash, she thought about the situation. Under normal circumstances, she would be “Miss Independent” and say no, she didn’t need any help. And truthfully, she could manage just fine. But she wanted to see the effect of how letting a man help her might change the way the outcome of this meeting might be.

  “Yes, thank you. That would be very nice.”

  Alex beamed as he stood up and grabbed her flat of vegetables. He
waited until she stood up and allowed her to lead him to the door, and then out to her truck.

  He placed the flat in the back of the truck bed and opened up the driver’s side door for her. She wasn’t used to this kind of treatment. But she liked it! It was a strange and wonderful feeling to have a guy treat her so special, even though she was sure he was just being nice.

  She hopped into the front of the truck and he closed the door for her. The window was already rolled down and he placed both elbows on the doorway.

  “Miss Sara, we are having a barbeque over at the ranch tomorrow. You are more than welcome to come if you like. It would give you a chance to meet some of the locals. Would you do me the honor of being one of my guests?”