Reclining Nude in Chicago (Encounters)

by Fifi Flowers

  Oh god. Yes. Yes… I loved it and I wanted him to see just how much. Stepping backwards, I turned and lowered myself to the area rug on my hardwood floor. Situated on all fours, I slid my arms forward, pushed my legs as wide as I could and presented my ass in the air. “I was wrong to leave you… I’m sorry, Mr. Marten… I deserve to be punished.” I softly murmured, waiting for his next move.

  “Oh, my beautiful Chloe… I see you’re trying to please me. You’re right, Chloe,” he said and I heard the movement of the crop across what I imagined was his palm as I had seen him do earlier. “Yes. Yes… You have been such a naughty, naughty girl, Chloe,” Pierce said as he slid the riding crop all around my throbbing wet folds and I pushed up higher into each stroke. And then I felt the first of several slaps to my clit, my backside and the sides of my full breasts as words spilled from his mouth. “Patience, Chloe I will give your greedy pretty pink cun… your pretty pink kitty what it desires. But you left me last night, Chloe. Do you have any idea what that did to me, Chloe? You must never do that again, Chloe. You are mine now and you will do as you’re told, Chloe.”

  Again, I remained silent. I knew he did not require words… just submission. With a more gentle caress of the leather crop, I moaned and backed into the pleasurable stroke wanting more, “Yes, Mr. Marten.” As the words left my lips, I received a few beautiful blows straight to my clit and they sent me straight into a rippling orgasm. I tried to still the climax I had not asked permission for, but I couldn’t stop it. I prayed that he would not deny me his huge cock. My aching, pulsating walls needed to feel him, to suck him deep inside; to cuddle and cradle him. I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted him to fuck me hard.

  Waiting for his reaction, my wishes were soon fulfilled as he scooped me up off of the floor and bent me over the nearest table. Hammering hard into to me, I screamed “yes” repeatedly as he uttered his own filthy words and commands in my ear. “Chloe, you don’t deserve to come again. You disobeyed me, Chloe. This is for me, Chloe. Do. Not. Come. Chloe.” Pounding me over and over, I had to use every ounce of concentration. I wanted to please him. I wanted to give him all of me. Every part of my body was HIS! I would do anything for this man including going without a much needed climax. I knew if I did as he said now, he would reward me in multitude when he was ready. For now I was content to feel his seed shoot inside of me. “That’s it Chloe, suck me in. You’re so tight, Chloe. God, yes, Chloe, your cun… kitty is perfect for my cock… fuck!” Filling me with all that was him, I loved that I could feel it escaping down my thighs as he pulled from me and carried me to bed. I loved everything about him I thought as I drifted off to sleep with Pierce curved around my body.

  Waking several hours later, I felt Pierce swirling an object around on my lower back. “Stay still, Chloe, almost done.” Looking around my body, I saw that he was drawing on my body with a Sharpie marker and I stilled my movement. Once he was satisfied with his handy work, he pulled me out of bed and stood me in front of full length mirror. Gazing over my shoulder, I gasped, “It’s beautiful… oh my… I never want to bath again.” Pierce laughed at me but I wasn’t kidding, I wanted his masterpiece to remain. He had marked me… not only with an ornate swirled, floral design but with his signature as well. I wanted to wear it proudly. How could I keep it I wondered and then I rushed to my Jennifer Crandall designer handbag, grabbed my cell phone and thrust it at Pierce. Smiling, he snapped pictures.

  Pierce…

  I strutted into the museum bright and early on Monday morning; invigorated and as proud as a peacock who had fucked the whole flock. I could hardly wait to take Chloe to dinner after work at RPM. I was dying for one of their homemade pasta dishes, a bone-in rib eye and an Elmwood Manhattan. I was starving. That woman had stirred up a mighty appetite within me. I was having cravings… mainly for her. Unfortunately, I had some lunch meeting to attend so I was unable to appease my true hunger until after hours.

  Walking into my office, I cheerfully greeted my new assistant Hannah and received a lovely heartfelt smile. What a pleasure. Monday mornings with Jillian were rarely pleasant. She usually badgered me or ignored me depending on whether she had been properly fucked over the weekend. Why I kept her for so long, I don’t know. Thankfully she was a thing of the past. With my new assistant, once a docent for the museum and close to my mother’s age, there would be no flirtation or extracurricular activities to get in the way of our working together. Besides if I’m going to honest, I had no desire for any other woman but Chloe. Who could ever top her? She was everything and more. There were many more avenues I wanted to explore with her. She had awakened something within me.

  The morning quickly flew by and before I knew it I was getting ready to leave for my lunch meeting across town. Gathering my coat, I pulled out my cell phone and texted Chloe and received no reply. Hmmm… she must be busy whipping the employees into shape. The thought of “whipping” made my pants a little snug and forced me to adjust myself; causing me to laugh. Closing my door, I walked into my waiting area. “Ready for our lunch meeting, Hannah?”

  “Yes, sir. I have changed the phone line to voicemail,” my friendly assistant informed me and we were out the door.

  Our luncheon meeting went very well. We met with some art patrons, a few investors and the president of one of the main banks of Chicago. All of the necessary ingredients to putting together a new museum exhibit. We dined at on of the old established restaurants in town and everyone was delighted with my new assistant. I’m not certain, but I believe Hannah had lined up a date for the upcoming weekend with one of our most generous art patrons.

  Back at the office, I decided to call Chloe since she never texted back. Instead of hearing her voice I was rerouted to the message desk. Asking to speak with her, I was informed that Chloe had called in sick and they weren’t sure if she would be returning. Hearing that news, I called her cell phone but it went straight to voicemail. I had just left her a few hours ago and she was fine… hell, she was more than fine. I could still see those dark chocolate eyes looking up at me with her lips wrapped around my cock. Where the hell had she disappeared to I wondered. Maybe she wasn’t feeling well. I would swing by her place as soon as I finished wielding a few more conference calls.

  Grabbing my laptop, I said goodnight to Hannah and made my way to Chloe’s apartment; stopping to buy her a bouquet of wildflowers on the way. Buzzing her bell, instead punching in the code I had discovered Sunday morning when another resident keyed in the numbers, I waited for Chloe to answer. After a good five minute wait, I punched in the code and made my way up the stairs to her door. Unfortunately, there was still no answer and no sound coming from the other side of her door. As I was about to give up, a door behind me opened and Chloe’s neighbor informed me that she had left in the late afternoon with several suitcases in tow. I thanked the neighbor, handed her the bouquet and exited her building.

  “What the fuck!” I said louder than I should have as I sat at the bar in the lobby of my building. Three double Grey Goose martinis later and I still I didn’t want to go home. When I walked through that door I knew I would see Chloe everywhere… I had had my cock in her in every room; in one way or another. And my bed… how could I sleep in my fucking bed smelling her pretty, sweet, pink cunt… yes, Chloe… I called it your cunt. Your tight, perfect, little, wet cunt. Damn it! This is why I never had a women in my home. When I was done with them, I wanted no reminders. Fuck them and leave them. Shit! She fucked me and left me… “What the fuck!” Again, louder than I should’ve said and the bartender spoke up; suggesting I go home. My home… my home without Chloe. No. No. No. Fuck her. I pulled out my cell phone. I knew just what I needed and I knew a certain redhead that would curb my appetite. Starting to dial… “Shit!” When had Chloe text me?

  Chloe…

  I couldn’t wait to surprise Pierce! As soon as he left, I called a tattoo artist friend of mine and begged him to meet me at his shop immediately. I didn’t want to lose one part of Pierce’s creat
ion on my lower back. I was beyond thrilled when he said “yes, see you in fifteen minutes.” I hurried to hire a taxi, brushed my teeth, threw on some loose fitting clothes carefully and raced off to Nate’s Tattoo Parlour. I couldn’t believe that by tonight Pierce’s drawing would be permanently inked on my body.

  Arriving at the same time as my friend, I promptly showed him the artwork and he was totally blown over, “Lolo, that is awesome. Did Matisse come back to life and draw on you?”

  “I know!” I squealed. “And no…” I laughed. “An old French artist did not draw on me. A very, very H-O-T curator who is infatuated with Matisse drew it… Now, hurry up and make it before it fades away or I chicken out.”

  Laughing at me, Nate replied, “You are more likely to chicken out than it is to disappear. He used a permanent marker on you, Lolo. Do you want his signature too? His name on you forever?”

  “Okay… okay… then hurry up before I change my mind when you start up your torture machine. And yes, I want it exactly as it is… his name and all.” Handing me a waiver, I quickly signed and the pain began!

  By the time I didn’t think I could take anymore etching into my skin, Nate slapped me on the ass “Done, Tattoo Mama!” Then laughing, Nate helped me up, handed me a handheld mirror and guided me to a larger mirror on the wall. While “oohing” and “aahing” over Nate’s handy work over Pierce’s drawing of swirling vines, leaves and anemones, I received a phone call that ensured I would not be revealing my surprise to Pierce anytime soon.

  Kissing Nate goodbye and attempting to pay him, I rushed out to a waiting taxi straight to my apartment. Grabbing clothes at random not sure how long I would be away and what the weather would be like, I filled two rolling suitcases. Last I pushed all my toiletries into another smaller bag and raced back out to the same taxi that I pleaded with to wait. At the ticket counter I purchased the next flight out to Boston and then I texted Pierce: “family emergency—be back within a week or so.”

  Two weeks later, I was standing in front of the door of my large, one-room studio apartment, turning the key in the lock and shocked when I opened the door to nothing. It was empty! The sofa, coffee table, two antique slipper chairs and Parisian area rug that once filled my sitting area were gone! Moving into my kitchenette space, I opened cabinets to nothing… not that I had much in them to begin with… but there were a few favourite items. Looking toward the wall that housed my Murphy bed, I walked over and pulled it down… the bedding was stripped. My last stop was my bathroom but I didn’t need to step through that door, I knew that it would be empty.

  Standing in the middle of my apartment, glancing around the open space, the only item that was visible was a medium sized, rectangular, pale blue Tiffany jewelry box with an envelope sitting on my kitchen island. I recognized the handwriting immediately. Turning the envelope over in my hand, I pulled the flap up to pulled out a monogrammed single-sided card and read a simple demand, “Come home!” Your Pierce. Setting down the card, I slipped the white ribbon from the box, removed the lid and found a pale blue suede pouch inside. Lifting out the soft bag, I untied the strings and gingerly emptied the contents on to the counter. Inside was an extremely long strand of sterling silver beads varying in diameters… a beautiful peace offering?

  Did he need to give me a peace offering? What did he do? Yes… part of me wanted to fight his decision. To be mad. He took away my freedom. My independence. But something deep down inside of me liked it. I needed his dominance. His control. I craved him! Did he do anything wrong? No, he wanted me. How can you be upset with someone that wanted you to live with him… to spend every night… every day with him?

  Grabbing the note, attaching the necklace snuggly around my neck, I hailed a taxi to his apartment… our apartment and along the way I texted: “Coming home!” Your Chloe

  Pierce…

  Two weeks ago was the last time I had received a text message from Chloe until today. I knew she was alright because Hannah had spoken to a friend of hers in human resources and I knew that Chloe had asked for temporary leave. I knew she planned to return to the museum. That didn’t help me. No… I was going fucking crazy. No woman had ever ignored me. No woman ever dismissed me. No woman ever abandoned me. I had been abandoned once and I vowed it would never happen again. I, Pierce Xavier Marten, was the product of two people in the world that should never have procreated. My socialite, globetrotting, selfish parents deposited me at a prestigious all boys boarding school as soon as I was old enough to be accepted. They visited me on all of the appropriate parent days. Allowed me to come on holidays and summer vacation even if they were not home. There was always a full staff present in their house to care for me in their absence. My parents were anything but loving.

  Thanks to Mr. and Mrs. Thomas Xavier Marten, the third, I never allowed anyone in. I set the pace. I fucked women. I left women. No emotional ties. They were objects to satisfy my sexual appetite. That was until Chloe walked into my office, sang her way into my bed and ultimately into my heart. She turned my world upside down within one fucking week. She may have decided to shut me out while she handled her family crisis, but I refused to let her set the bar when she returned. While she was away I set the ball in motion. Slipping her landlord a hefty sum, he gladly broke her lease and allowed me into her apartment. With a hired crew, her belongs were packed and moved to my place within twenty-four hours. All I had to do was sit back and wait for her to come home to me… and then one day the text arrived…

  “Coming home!” Your Chloe

  When Chloe walked in the front door I was sitting on a sofa facing the door; shirtless, barefoot, wearing only lounge pants and my glasses. Looking intently in my direction she immediately began stripping off her clothes little by little tossing them as she made her way to me. When she finally reached me, I could see that she was wearing my gift. She had turned the long silver strand into a choker… a collar… it made my cock twitch. Lowering herself between my legs, I fingered the necklace and she leaned her cheek on my thigh; awaiting my command. And then bam, it hit me straight in the chest… Chloe had had my drawing permanently etched into her flesh. “Chloe, it’s beautiful,” I said as I drew every element with my finger and I felt her nod her head in agreement and I knew she was smiling although I couldn’t see her face. She had pleased me. I loved that she was marked… marked with my name… marked that she was mine. “You’re mine, Chloe.” I needed to say it out loud and once again she nodded, but that wasn’t enough for me, she needed to know that I was in control.

  Lovingly, I stroked her hair, then gathered a fistful of her hair and turned her head to my erection. “Suck me, Chloe.” Slipping her soft fingers into the top of my pants, I lifted my hips and she pulled them down, taking me into her warm and inviting mouth. Pulling back, she licked me up and down, swirling her tongue around the head repeatedly and then sucked me back in. “God… I love that mouth of yours, Chloe… Welcome home, Chloe… oh… that feels so fucking good… but I want to be buried in you, Chloe.” Crawling up on to my lap, she straddled me, allowing me to slip inside of her. Capturing her lips, I fucked her mouth with my tongue and growled, “Ride me, Chloe.”

  “Yes, Mr. Marten,” she said in a low moaning voice against my lips, rising up and falling down my length.

  Grinding my pelvis into her, I grabbed her hips forcefully, digging my fingers into her flesh and I took over control. “I love fucking your cunt, Chloe… Do you love it, Chloe?”

  “Yes, Mr. Marten… my… my kitty loves you.” I knew she was correcting me, but I was letting her know I was not pleased with her disappearance and we would do things my way.

  With raggedy breath, we both moaned and panted as I drove into her faster and harder, taking her right to the edge. Then when I felt her beginning to pulsate around my cock, I pulled her off. “Get on your knees, Chloe, and suck me.” She obeyed perfectly and took me deep into the back of her throat; licking and sucking my cock. “You like tasting yourself on me don’t you, Chloe? It taste
s so good doesn’t it, Chloe? Suck harder, Chloe… oh that’s right… suck me dry… oh so good, Chloe.” I came hard in her mouth and she continued to suck and lick and clean me. I had definitely found the right woman. While it appeared she had submitted to me, in truth, I had submitted to being with only one woman.

  “You’ve tamed me, Chloe,” I said stroking her golden mane as she remained on her knees with her head resting on my thigh again. Looking again at my handy work, I reached down and re-traced the ink on her gorgeous body.

  Turning her head at an angle, her wicked smile greeted me. “There is no taming you, Pierce. I like you wild… but… but only for me,” she uttered hesitantly.

  Pulling her up into my arms, I walked her to the bedroom. “You’re the only girl in the world for me, Chloe. Isn’t that what you told me? What you sang to me?”

  Chloe nodded “yes” and then laughed, “Are you going to sing that for me, Pierce?”

  “Believe me you don’t want to hear that… but I am going to do something for you, Chloe…” I stopped speaking as we enter the bedroom. Nodding toward a special box I had wrapped strategically with four red silk ribbons and placed in the middle of our bed. Looking from the large box and back to my face in a questioning grin; I assured her. “Yes, Chloe, I’m going to love you just like you want to be loved forever… Forever, Chloe.”