by Bete Noire
“You said anything. Are you sure?”
“Yes, anything.”
Dane stroked in her pussy a few more times and held her legs tight to her shoulders. He let his cock slip lower and into her wet anus. Diana froze momentarily under him, but he willed her to accept him into her body. With a few seconds’ time, she began to move under him. He began the slow push-pull of the act, fucking her hot, tight ass.
“Damn it, you’re so tight I’ll come,” he mumbled.
“Not yet. Fuck me more. Stretch me until I can’t take any more.”
She had no idea what she was asking for. He allowed his body to expand just a bit in her anus and felt her shudder around him. Then he began to fuck her full-out, slipping his cock in and just short of out of her body. Dane didn’t know how long he screwed her ass, only that she was whispering incoherent words to him.
“Want me to stop?”
“God, no,” she told him in a moment of clarity. “Come inside me so I’ll feel your cum dripping from my ass.”
“Whatever the lady wishes.” He hadn’t expected her to comply so easily and so quickly. It was like once he kissed her, sucked her nipple, and slid a finger inside her, she’d become another person, a woman who liked sex and wanted to experience it all.
Dane knew she was nearing her orgasm, knew she’d be spent and sore after this one, so he decided to leave her with a lasting image. He pulled his cock from her and pulled off the condom before he slid his cock deep inside her anus and called her name. She looked at him, stared into his eyes, and nodded. He didn’t ask for any further permission. He simply slipped two fingers in her pussy. That pushed her over the edge into orgasm. It pushed him over the edge, too. He came in her anus, thrusting until the last drops of cum left his body. He stayed embedded inside her and dropped over her belly, his breathing heavy. She was panting and lifted her fingers to sift through his hair.
When her breathing normalized, he withdrew his fingers from her pussy. Finally, he took a step back and let his cock leave her.
“Not yet,” she said, and he quickly slid two fingers in her anus, fucking her quickly a few times until her body clasped them. That was when her body went limp under him. He took his hand away and let her legs relax.
“Thank you,” she said, not meeting his gaze.
“You’re welcome, and thank you.” He waited just a few seconds before reaching down to pull up his pants. When they were in place, he quickly zippered them and clasped his belt. Then he pulled his shirt back into place. He didn’t stop looking at her, lying on her kitchen table with his cum dripping from both her entries.
“This never happened,” she whispered, not looking at him.
“When we’re at work, this never happened. When we’re alone, it happened and will continue to happen again and again.”
“We’ll see,” she told him, turning her head to the side. “You got what you wanted. Go ahead and leave.”
“What about our coffee and beignets?”
“Just leave, Dane. You came here to fuck me, and you did, rather spectacularly, I’ll add. But just go now.”
“Are you sure you don’t want to go to supper?”
“Let’s not pretend this is a romance. We both were curious, and we satisfied that curiosity. I don’t need to be wined and dined.”
“I…”
“Yes, you. Now go and leave me alone to enjoy the rest of my Sunday. You can let yourself out.” She stayed lying on the table, still not turning to face him. “Go on, Dane. Just remember, tomorrow this never happened.”
“You make me feel like I was just a passing cock,” he said, not sure why he was just short of angry she was pushing him away. He paused and reached to the floor, retrieved the two used condoms, and tossed them in the corner garbage pail.
“You got what you wanted. I got what I asked for. I’m not a woman who wants romance. I’d prefer to be left alone.”
“All right,” he said and reached forward to kiss her lips. She turned her head to the other side so all he managed to do was kiss her cheek. “I’ll let myself out.”
Dane left, but with an odd feeling of being used. He’d come there to initiate her, and somehow she’d turned the tables on him. He walked home with a strange feeling of foreboding, not fully understanding how one woman could be so aloof most of the time and so sensual this morning. What he had assumed would be her initiation turned into his. He couldn’t get her off his mind for the rest of the day, remembering how her body stretched to accommodate him and how she’d told him to fuck her until she couldn’t take any more.
Chapter Four
Diana didn’t move from the table. She dropped her hand to her clit and rubbed, harder and harder, until she brought herself to another orgasm. With her other hand, she rubbed her breast, pinching her nipple harder than he had. When she came this time, she finally felt spent. She sat up and laughed, knowing she was not what he had expected. She’d made the instant decision when he appeared at her door that she’d show him she wasn’t the basement mouse that he assumed her to be. Instead, knowing her body, she took what he had offered and asked for what she had needed. Furthermore, she had pushed for more than he had been prepared to give.
She had to admit he had a large cock, one that fit her pussy and ass with just enough stretch to remind her of the acts they’d shared. Diana knew they’d fuck again, but she wouldn’t have a relationship with him. She decided to use his body for her pleasure until he became displeased with the arrangement. Then he’d abandon her and find a woman who would gush at his every offer of attention, romance and sex. She didn’t want a future with him, only wanted the relief his cock, lips, and fingers could bring her on occasion. Thankful he’d remembered to protect her from pregnancy, she most liked the feel of him in her ass when that fear was taken. She had no fear of disease, rather knew they were both disease free. Having managed to access his medical records in the early morning hours when she couldn’t sleep, she knew they could play, even if she didn’t tell him how she acquired her confidence. He didn’t need to know how she could manipulate information and never leave a trace of evidence she’d been searching. If he bothered to look, he’d find she had advanced degrees in computer sciences. If he came back for more, she’d tell him she was on the pill, and they didn’t need condoms. Of course, Diana realized she’d have to ask him to get tested before that, and she’d offer her own tests. But she’d not tell him what she’d learned about his history in many ways, including his relationship with Sloan Shayla.
She knew it was wrong to check his records, but he’d apparently checked her out. He had no idea of how computer literate she truly was, and she’d keep it that way. There was no need for him to know she was able to do a lot more than just scan old copies of newspapers. She didn’t feel this was a breach of anything confidential, just research. Since she had to deal with him on a daily basis, she’d make it a more informed basis. Now she wanted to meet Sloan, his business partner. She noted from her research that he was very cautious not to have his photo taken. She found blurbs about his charity work, but there were no candids accompanying them. While there was information about his past accomplishments, there were no photos, not even in his college yearbook. The photo on his passport and driver’s license she accessed were both too blurry to see his features. After manipulating the data to clear them, she realized someone had been there before her, giving the photos a generic resemblance to the person described. Sloan knew someone else with computer skills. She wondered if it was him?
Diana knew she’d allowed Dane into her home and her body because of her curiosity. He’d never win her fully, but it would be fun to watch him try. She’d bide her time until Sloan made his appearance, and if possible, she’d lay him, too. Neither man understood her personality. While shy and reclusive to most, once she let a man in, she’d take all they could give her, sexually, until she got bored. She rationalized that was why she was so self-absorbed. Knowing her history, she held back a laugh.
“Ju
st think, Dane, you left here thinking I was your conquest. Little did you know you’re my conquest.”
He had no idea what he’d gotten himself into. She had tried to warn him off, but when he showed up at her door, she decided he had come to her, and she’d take what he offered.
“At least his cock is large,” she said to the empty room, forcing herself to sit up. After stretching her neck and back, she slid to the floor and felt his cum slide from her body, dripping down her things. “I guess I should shower.” She reached to the floor to gather her clothing.
The next week went by slowly for Diana. Each morning she reported for work, and each morning the staff was stone faced. Each day she walked past Walter’s office she had to correct herself that now it was Dane’s. She nodded to him and continued to the basement. By Wednesday, when they sent the Sunday supplements to the printers, the tension was worse. She had never been so thankful to see Friday arrive. On Saturday she was out doing her errands and felt, more than saw, Dane behind her. It had been a long time since she’d had these feelings. Diana considered her ability to read people a sixth sense, one that could help her, and other times annoy her, when she had to hide it from people who lied to her. Most often, she tuned it out, choosing to get to know people on a personal level. Other times, she couldn’t shut down the inner intuition that exposed other peoples thoughts or motives to her. Lately, since meeting Dane and the turmoil of the newspaper changing hands, she found it harder to tune out. What would Dane think if he knew she understood him before he was ready to reveal himself and his motives? Yes, after last week with him, he’d almost become transparent to her. He needed her for something other than sex. What exactly that was she still needed to determine. Somehow, she knew Sloan was the missing piece and wondered when she’d meet him.
Turning around, she saw how Dane tried to hide the smile on his lips. While it annoyed her, it also made her body melt at the idea of getting laid again. Since his visit last week, it seemed to her he’d reopened a doorway to her sexual needs she’d shut long ago. Letting him have sex with her was her curse. Her body craved more, and she wondered how he’d satisfy her and for how long.
“This is a coincidence,” Dane told her, holding his hands up in a defensive move.
Now she was the one to hold back a smile. Did he really think she’d haul off and slug him in the middle of a crowded street? While it was a passing thought, she knew she wouldn’t follow through with it. Instead, she pushed forward her indignant side.
“I don’t believe in coincidences.” She let out a huffing breath, scanning the street to see if there was anyplace private she could take him for a quick fuck. There wasn’t, of course, but the idea ran through her. As her pussy ached for his cock, she knew today she wouldn’t feel him inside her.
“Let me help you with those bags,” he said, reaching forward to take the groceries she had collected. He slid his hands under the canvas straps of her reusable bags, his fingers rubbing along her skin.
“Only because they’re really heavy,” she said, still carrying an attitude.
“If you’re done, I can drive you home. I managed to get a parking spot just a few blocks away.” He hesitated. “Unless you’d rather have lunch first.”
“No, thanks, I’d rather not, but I’ll accept the ride home. It seems I overpurchased what I could carry.”
“Great. If you’re done, the car is this way.”
“Fine,” she said with a huff. She walked beside him to his luxury car, a new model Jaguar in black. It had a saddle-color interior. It was a car she could picture herself driving on the open road, feeling the power of the engine and being in absolute control. He put her packages in the trunk, and with the turn of the key, the engine roared to life. “Nice car,” she mumbled.
“Want to go for a drive?”
“A short one,” she told him, directing him out of the city and just a short distance away to an area where levies were still being rebuilt. It was empty of workmen on a Saturday and somewhat secluded. When he pulled in to park and turned off the vehicle, Diana knew what she wanted to happen, knew she’d directed him here on purpose.
“Were you here when the storm hit?” Dane asked, seeming somewhat nervous.
“No, I only moved here two years ago.” She drew a breath and let it out slowly. “Dane…” She didn’t say any more. Instead, she unclasped her seat belt and climbed between the two bucket seats, settling in the backseat. “Join me,” she said and watched several thoughts go through his mind along with accompanying expressions. A smile finally came to rest on his lips. She didn’t need her sixth sense to know he’d join her. Didn’t need to read his mind to know he wanted to fuck her. He chose to open the driver’s door and stand to stretch. She noted he glanced around the area one last time before joining her in the backseat.
“What do you have in mind, Diana?”
“The same thing you did,” she told him, letting her hand drop to his thigh. She stroked it back and forth only a few times before letting it rise higher, finding his cock erect, straining the zipper on his jeans. “This is what you wanted, wasn’t it? Sex?”
“Well, yes.” He was stumbling over his words, and she finally laughed at him.
“Then here’s the deal. On Monday you will go to the doctor and get a full set of tests for STDs and HIV. I had my annual checkup just a few weeks ago and was clean. You’re the only one I’ve been with since.” Diana stroked his cock, putting more pressure on his base, clasping his erection. “I’m on the pill and prefer not to use condoms. So until you get your tests…” She never finished her statement. Instead, she dropped to the floor between the seats and began to unzip his pants.
“I have condoms,” he told her, but she ignored him.
In the back of her mind, she knew she was supposed to use one even if she was just going to suck him, but she knew he was disease free, so she pushed ahead. Her fingers quickly tugged his erection from his pants, her other hand cradling his balls to release them from the material. She liked that he didn’t have any underwear on. It was one less layer to get through.
Diana dropped her head and licked the droplet of pre-cum from the tip of his cock, swirling her tongue around his head. Dane shifted in the seat, and she allowed him to get somewhat comfortable. Then she put her hands on his hips and held him in place while she swallowed his length in one long pull. Dane groaned, and Diana knew she had him. She liked giving head if she was in the mood and not expected to. It annoyed the hell out of her when a man assumed she’d suck him or tried to push her downward to his cock. Dane seemed to sense she wanted to be in control and let his head drop back against the seat.
Using one hand to stroke his length up and back, she continued to lap at his tip. Over and over, she took his head between her lips, using her hand in a twisting motion as she pumped.
“If you keep that up, this will end quickly,” Dane groaned.
“Wasn’t that the point?” she asked, blowing air on his cock, knowing her saliva coating would feel cool from her breath. “Just relax, Dane. Come for me.” She engulfed his cock with her mouth.
She started sliding up and down over his length, adding her teeth against his skin. Diana continued to hold the base of his cock with one hand and to fondle his balls with the other. All the while, she nibbled at the underneath of his cock, taking him deeper down her throat until she was using her throat muscles to swallow him. When he was nearing his peak, his pre-cum began getting thicker, and she lapped each drop. Diana shifted him between her lips, and the move gave her hands more room. On a downward lick, she let her hand move under his balls, her middle finger slipping in his anus. Dane reared up at the sudden intrusion and came down her throat. She waited while his hips bucked several times and continued to suck him. When he had relaxed, she let her finger drop from his anus, and finally, she made several last passes along his cock, licking him clean. She pushed herself up on the car seat and straightened her shirt. Then she opened the back door and stood, stretching out the kink
s in her body, just as he had done leaving the driver’s seat. She chose to open the front passenger door and sat, pulling the seat belt across her chest, waiting for him to take the hint. She watched his motions in the rearview mirror.
Finally, without any conversation, he managed to put his pants back in place and join her in the front. “Thank you,” he said.
Diana decided he sounded stunned, which was exactly what she wanted. “Can we go now? I have groceries to get home.” She refused to turn and look at him or speak to him. Keeping him off-kilter was important to her at this point in their relationship.
Dane started the Jaguar and drove her home in silence. Once there, he pulled in her driveway and popped the trunk. She left his car and grabbed her bags before he even got out.
“Thanks for the ride home. See you at work Monday.”
If he didn’t get her hint and showed up the next day, she’d be pissed. Instead, she let herself into her house and closed the door. She waited until he finally started the car and drove away several minutes later. While putting her groceries away, she couldn’t wipe the smile from her lips. She’d decided to turn the tables on him and had. Yes, he’d gotten the orgasm, but he’d also gotten a lesson in how to deal with her.
In the past she’d played the coy girl, and men had tried to take advantage of her. Once she held her ground, men would usually run from her insistence of equality during sex and beyond. Yes, she’d enjoyed men in her past but found them exasperating most often. Dane might be different, if she could train him a bit to her liking. In the back of her mind, she was still waiting for Sloan to make his appearance.