by Chelle
“Oh, hon. Maybe you just haven’t found the right guy yet. Don’t beat yourself up, we all make mistakes.” I pull her into an embrace, loving the way she molds into me. Her curves melt into mine. My body heats, and my core weeps. Damn it, I need to get a grip. I’m not attracted to woman, right?
Sam lifts her tear stained face to stare into my eyes. Her warm breath tingles across my lips. I lean in unable to stop the inevitable. Her lips yield under mine, so soft and warm. She moans quietly in my mouth. When she doesn’t pull away, I lick my tongue across the seam of her lips, tasting her salty tears.
Her mouth parts, granting me access to her. I glide my tongue along side hers, she tastes of fresh summer berries. Sam hand trails up my side to cup my breast, rubbing her thumb across the nipple through my shirt. The nipple tightens to a puckered bud under her attention.
I moan, deepening the kiss. I twine my fingers through her silky golden strands, pulling her head to me. Her hands trail to the hem of my tee lifting it over my head and pushing me down on the couch. She slithers her body on top of mine. The cool leather shirt she’s wearing, breaks goose bumps out across my over heated flesh.
Sam breaks the kiss, staring down at me, her pink lips swollen. “Are you sure about this Jas?”
“Yes.” I can’t stop now, my body is on fire. I pull her back down to me, sucking her lips between my teeth. I run my hands along the edge of her leather top, the contrast of cool leather to heated skin, a tantalizing combination.
Sam’s body stills above me as I pull the leather off her body. “What’s wrong Sam?”
“It’s just, I haven’t had my clothes off with anyone in so long. What if you’re appalled?” Her body shudders.
“What do you mean? Sam your beautiful.” Then I feel the welts along her back. The hardened fissures of scars. “Oh my God, Sam what happened?”
Sam tries to retreat from me. Her eyes shrouded in shame. “It happened a long time ago. Part of my past, part of the reason I can’t trust anyone to submit.” She yanks on the edge of her top, trying to pull it back down.
“Sam, look at me.” She slowly meets my gaze. “You're beautiful.”
I pull her leather top over her head, exposing her to my gaze. I lean down taking a pale pink nipple in my mouth. I suck and nip the hardened bud. Sam pushes my head hard against her chest. Her moans, music to my ears.
Her body skims down mine, her tongue dipping into my belly button. She slinks my pants down my legs, revealing me to her. Her tongue dips into the juncture of my things. My hands grasp at her silken mane. Sam buries her head in my core, her tongue licking hot fire up my slit. She thrust two of her long slim finger into my channel, curling them up to rub my g-spot. Sam sucks my clit into her mouth, rolling the bundle of nerves around with her tongue.
“Oh my God, Sam. I’m not going to last very long.” My raspy breath hisses out of me in a groan.
She peers up at me over my stomach, her tongue still tickling my clit. My legs start shaking, I’m burning up. Sam works her fingers harder into me, my juices leaking onto my thighs.
“Sam.” I scream as my body rides the waves of lust. I quake and tremble as she laps my cum from my core. “Oh shit, that was hot.”
She grins up at me. I pull her to me, licking her lips, tasting myself on her tongue. I push her onto her back and slide over top over her.
“Jas, you don’t have to-” Her sentence trails off, as I lick her dripping slit. The musky sweetness of her juices invades my mouth. Her breath hitches, grabbing her hips I thrust my tongue into her core. I savor the feminine nectar leaking out of her. Sam’s ragged gasps and thrusting hips encourage my exploration. I’ve never done this before, but I know my way around my own. I lick up to her clit, sucking the bud into my mouth. I bite down on it. She grabs my head, forcing my face against her center, as she rides me. I slide two fingers into her slick hot channel. Her pussy clenches on my fingers, her legs tremble around my shoulder. She is so close. Sucking her clit hard, I pump my fingers faster in and out of her. With a loud groan the fluids gush from her slit, as her body shakes on the couch.
“Damn, Jas. I haven’t done that in a long time.” Sam pulls me up to lie beside her on the couch, wrapping her slim arms around my shoulders.
“That was fun. I’ve never done that.” The giggle escapes my lips before I can stop it. She starts giggling. We fall off the floor in a naked pile of arms and legs, holding our bellies, as the laughter breaks free.
“In all seriousness, could you give Marcus a call tonight?” Sam’s blue eyes, sparkle with mischief.
“Oh hell, he’s going to flip. I’m not supposed to be doing any of this.” I wave my arms between the two of us. “Without his permission.”
Sam bursts out laughing again. “ Let me handle this, as you put it. You just communicate with him.” She kisses me on the cheek, reaching for her clothes. “I got to head back to the club anyways. Call him Jas.”
I walk her to the door, kissing her pouty pink lips. “All right, I will call him, after I have a shower.
Chapter 8
Sam storms through the club door, her body rigid. The scent of Jasmine tickles my nose. Sam stalks over to me. Smack!
“What the hell was that for?” I grab my face, damn that stings.
“How dare you treat Jasmine like that! She told you she didn’t want to be a slave. You sadistic son of a bitch, you lock her in the cages.” Her face flames red, her hands shake with anger. Damn she is really pissed.
“Sam, I was just pushing her boundaries, she broke the rule.”
“Damn it, Marcus, she is still learning, and you, you asshole throw her in a cage. A fucking cage.” Her rage boils over, she lunges at me, landing a solid punch across my face.
I grab her arms subduing her frantic swings, as she rakes her fingernails across the back of my hand. The scent of Jasmine’s arousal assaults my senses. “So what have you been playing at today? I fucking smell her all over you.”
Her body sags in my grip. “Marcus, I didn’t mean for it to happen. I just went to talk to her. She is so loving and so caring. It’s been so long since I cared about anyone. It just happened.”
“Is that why you are so angry with me Sam?” I turn her to face me, ashamed by the pain I’ve caused the two most important women in my life.
“Marcus, please don’t be angry with her. It’s my fault. Her heart is so fragile. She needs you to love her, not punish her.”
I pull her into a hug, crushing her to my body. “ I’m not angry, Sam. I feel like a real ass right now. I’m going over there and make this right.”
Sam grabs my arm as I turn to leave. “You can’t go now, she is going to call you to attempt the communication part she failed last night.”
“All right. But if she doesn’t call soon, I’m leaving anyway.” The buzzing of my cell makes Sam smirk as she turns and walks away.
“Hello.” I place the phone to my ear.
“Marcus?” The hesitant voice of Jasmine pours from the speaker.
“Yes, this is Marcus. Can I help you luv?”
Her breath catches, the audible gasp heard through the phone. “Uh. Yeah, I wanted to talk to you, if you um.”
“Jasmine slow down. What do you need?”
She takes a deep breath and starts again. “ I would like you to come over to my house to talk.” Her voice comes out in a rush.
“Okay, I will be there in fifteen minutes.” I shut the phone and grab the whiskey from Thomas. I need a drink first.
I opt for dark blue denim jeans and a cotton t-shirt, I’m trying for approachable and not Dom. Sam’s right I pushed to hard. Jasmine is a soft heart and she needs more affection than I gave.
I knock lightly on her front door; I hear her heart start to flutter in her chest. She opens the door, her eyes still rimmed red from crying, makes my hear sink. She motions me inside, never saying a word.
“Jasmine, please talk to me.” I follow her to the couch. She motions for me to sit, taking the chair
opposite me.
“Marcus.” Her breath catches and her voice cracks. “I don’t know if I can be what you need.”
My heart breaks with her sadness. This is my fault I caused all of this. I want to take her in my arms and tell her it will be all right, but the damage may be done. “Jasmine, I’m sorry. I rushed you. Pushed you to far. Can you forgive me?”
She raises her head and stares through me with burning tear stained eyes. “Marcus, why me?”
I take a deep breath, trying to find the words to tell her how I feel, without scaring her away. “Jasmine, you’re a beautiful woman, a natural submissive. Your heart calls to me, your softness, your kindness. I’ve done this all wrong, I love you.”
The tears floating in her eyes streak down her face, her heart flutters in her chest. “Marcus, are you sure? What if I can’t be what you want?”
I walk over to her, taking her soft body into my arms, kissing her gently on her tear-dampened cheek. “Jasmine, I’m sure, whatever you can be is what I need.”
The small smile that graces her lips, sends a shiver of hope through my soul. She raises her ruby lips to mine, her tongue peaks out licking my lips.
“Are you positive this is what you want?” Her voice waivers with uncertainty.
“Yes.” I pick her up and carry her up the stairs to her bed, laying her on the soft down comforter. I lick and nibble my way across her jawline, sucking the pulse hammering in her neck. Her body arches to meet mine. Her breath comes in ragged little gasps; her hands slide under my t-shirt.
Jasmine pushes my shirt over my head, running her hands along my chest. She raises her head, licking her way down my neck and flicks her tongue across my nipple. The groan that escapes from my lips, sneaks a smile across her face,
“Make love to me Marcus, because you love me, not as Dominant and submissive, as lovers.” She wraps her legs around my waist grinding her body against my erection.
I peel the shirt from her body, exposing her hardened nipples to my gaze. The rosy flush creeps along her chest and up to her cheeks. I slink down her body, trailing my hands along the curve of her hips, sliding her pants off her legs. Once she is completely naked, I remove my own pants. I sit on the end of the bed between her spread legs, lifting her foot to my mouth; I kiss the inside of her ankle.
The goose bumps break out along her leg. She gazes at me with need and love in her eyes. I trail soft wet kisses to the juncture of her thighs. As I blow cool air across her heated core, she twines her hands in my hair. She arches her body, pulling my head to her center.
I lick her slit, savoring the sweet flavor of my love. Her grip tightens on my hair pulling me hard against her. I suck her clit into my mouth and roll the bundle of nerves with my tongue. Her arousal leaks onto my chin. She grinds herself against me.
“Don’t hold back Jasmine. Let me hear you. Let yourself go.”
Her breathing becomes short and shallow. “ Oh God Marcus, please-” Her voice trails off in a ragged groan as her body drops over the edge into orgasm. Her legs tremble and shake, as she rides the waves of ecstasy.
I move up her body, kissing my way across her face, to capture her lips, thrusting my tongue into her warm wet mouth. She sucks my tongue, biting at my lip. Her body arches as she rubs her wetness along my shaft. I inch into her tight slick channel, savoring the way it hugs my cock. Her body stretches to accommodate me.
“Please, Marcus.” Her whimpers, driving me on.
I pull out of her warm wet haven and plunge in again. Her nails score down my back, as she raises her hips meeting me thrust for thrust. Her pussy sucks and clenches around my cock, bringing me to the brink of insanity.
“Marcus, please, I need-.” Her head thrashes on the pillow, her body rigid and strung tight.
I grab her hips plunging into her harder and faster. Her body quakes with need, she buries her head in my shoulder. As her orgasm over takes her she bites into my neck. Unable to control my self any longer, I slip my fangs into her neck, as my cock pumps my seed deep into her body. Her blood burst across my tongue, her body soars into another trembling wave of ecstasy. I slide my fangs from her neck licking the wounds closed as her body goes limp in my arms.
“Jasmine?” I brush her sweat caked hair from her face.
“Hmmmm?”
“I love you.”
She never opens her eyes, half asleep in my arms, she murmurs, “Marcus, I love you too.”
Chapter 9
The sunlight, streaming though the windows, awakens me from my perfect dream. My body sore, in the most pleasing of ways. The bed is empty where Marcus had been when I drifted off. The hand penned note on the stand, the only visual reminder of his visit.
With a light heart, I shower and head to the shop for the morning rush. The birds seem louder, the air clearer, than ever before. I’m a walking cliché, basking in the loving after glow of Marcus.
The shop is only a short walk from my home. Putting the key in the door, I start the morning checklist. Lotions are going to need to be made to restock this week. The dried herbs need refilled; I can take those out of storage at home. There are a few notes left for schedule changes on my desk and a few personalized orders I need to fill.
I check the cash box and turn on the store lights at nine, unlocking the door to await the string of customers.
The dinging bell over the door draws my attention to a cute little old lady, bent over walking with a cane. She smiles up at me.
“Would you have anything for arthritis in here my dear?” She rubs her fingers together. The knobby joints swollen.
“Yeah there are some teas over hear that might help you.” I take her hand leading her over to the far counter.
I pick out three different flavors. “This is stinging nettle tea, it can help with pain and ease inflammation in the joints. Usual dose is three cups a day.” I hand her the packet of tea.
“What are the others?” She puts the tea in her purse.
“These are Devil’s Claw and this one is Ginger Root. Why don’t you take samples of all three of them home? You can come back if one of them helps.” I put the rest of the teas in her hand.
She pats my arm, smiling. “You are such a nice girl.”
The door dings again and two men walk in, behind them a few more women. The women heads over to the beauty creams and lotions. The men just wonder about. That prickling sensation from the other night creeps up my spine, raising the hairs on my neck. I look around, but no one is watching me. I help the little old lady walk to the door, holding it open for her.
The woman are talking and sniffing the different lotions. I head over to see what kinds they want this week. I stroll past one of them men and he bumps into me.
“Excuse me.” I turn towards him.
“Oh, yes, excuse me miss.” He has a cruel smile. His beady eyes rake over my body, sending shivers skirting up my spine.
I back away from him, going over to help the woman. The shift girl should be here soon. I occupy myself with the woman chatting about the different uses for each lotion and tonic.
That prickling sensation won’t go away, glancing up, Mr. Beady Eyes is still staring at me. He isn’t even trying to not be obvious. The man with him taps him and the shoulder and nods. They both leave the shop and the breath I didn’t realize I was holding rushes out. That was creepy.
The shop girl comes in around noon; she’s on a work-study program from school. I leave her to run the front of the shop and go back into the office to fill the Internet orders and make a list of supplies for the personal orders.
We close the shop at five, the sun still shining on the treetops outside. I lock the door behind me, taking my lists and walking towards home. There aren’t many people out now, most have already headed inside for dinner this evening or out on the highway fighting rush hour traffic to get home. I don’t even own a car; my shop is within walking distance to home, even in the winter.
The hair on the back of my neck stands on end and my stomach fl
utters with nervousness. The alley to my house shadowed in darkness. It’s never bothered me before walking home this way; those men must have really messed with my senses tonight. My footsteps echo off the buildings, ringing an alarming warning in my system, quickening my pace. A screeching cat leaps from behind the dumpster, squealing I leap against the building. I take a deep breath and assess my surroundings. I’m alone.
I continue my short walk home, breathing deep, trying to calm my nerves. The front light to my house in on, highlighting a box on the porch. I skip up the steps; it’s a flower box. I pick it up and quickly get inside the house. There can only be one person to send me flowers.
I lock the front door and put the box on the table. I open the red wine bottle to let it breath and tear the pretty red bow from the box. The most beautiful Madagascar Jasmine blooms I’ve ever seen in the box. I search for a card, expecting the familiar handwriting of Marcus. The card bears no signature, just and unknown scribble saying, See you soon.
I toss the box into the trash and check to make sure the windows and doors are locked. This is crazy I’ve never in my life had anything like this happen. Why now? I wonder to myself if it has anything to do with Marcus or his club.
The only thing strange that has happened in our little town is the unexplained animal attack across town. They found some homeless junky with his throat ripped out. Maybe it wasn’t an animal; maybe it’s a serial killer. I’m not a homeless junky though, so why would I be targeted. I grab the wine bottle off the counter and one glass, heading to the bathroom. I’m sinking into the hot bubbles and not worrying about this right now. It was just a creepy guy; I’m not stalker bait.
Chapter 10
I hover outside her window, just watching her lithe body, swaying to the music in her room. Her auburn hair swirls in seductive waves, as she twirls. Her robe half open reveals the gentle curves of her body. My cock hardens at the site of her pert dusky nipples. Her olive skin glistening in the moonlight.