by Tiana Laveen
Oh shit. He was serious. Of course he was serious. He wouldn’t lie about something like that.
Sahara considered herself rather sexually adventurous, but she’d never been tied before…
This should be interesting…
“You want to tie me up?”
He nodded. She got up from the bed and opened a drawer in her walk-in closet, where she kept her collection of neck scarves. There were about ten, all high quality. “Shit!” She startled when he came suddenly behind her.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” He looked over her shoulder. “Uh… mind if I do the choosing?”
“No, not at all.”
She stepped aside and hugged herself, suddenly feeling smaller, more vulnerable. It wasn’t in a self-conscious or bad way, but in an unmarked, new territory sort of way. She smiled inwardly. Vangelis was making her blush.
The muscles in his back contorted as he took his sweet time, looking at her wares. He selected a plain black satin one and a black and white zebra print one and tossed them over his shoulder. He kept scanning through the other selections and in moments, he chose a dark red one and a green and tan polka dot scarf, too. She had no idea what was going on in his mind and why he spent so much time painstakingly going over which would suit his purpose, but she understood that was simply who he was.
Everything had to be perfect.
Satisfied at last, he returned to the bedroom and she followed behind, prepared to lie back down.
“Stop.” He pressed his hand against her stomach and surveyed the bed from various angles. “Okay, lie right here. Put your ass right at this point.” He pointed to a spot in the middle of the bed. She did as instructed, only to have the man move her over another inch or two. With furrowed brows, he grabbed one of her arms and managed to loop the material of one scarf against the leg of the nightstand and secure the other end around her wrists. She sighed at how taut it felt.
“Is it too tight? It needs to be tight, but not painful.”
“It’s bearable.”
With a nod, he loosened it ever so slightly, then did the same to the other wrist. Before long, her ankles were tied, too, her thighs spread-eagled. Her stomach flipped with anxiousness and anticipation. He travelled the length of the bed, then slowly walked to the other side. His naked body titillated her as he paced back and forth like a tiger in a cage.
“Nervous?” he asked with a raised brow.
“I’d be lying if I said no.”
“You’ve never done this before.” He smirked, showing a sick, almost sadistic delight in her newbie status. “Don’t answer. Let me have the fantasy in case it isn’t true. You were so willing… I initially thought you’d been a part of such things before.”
“S&M?”
“I don’t give it a title. That’s not necessary. It’s just a part of lovemaking…”
He stood at the bottom of the bed and cocked his head to the side. She tried to move her right leg a bit, but there was hardly any way to maneuver it. She pulled a bit harder, to simply see if she could get out of this predicament if she saw fit…
No. She was caught and trapped. Willing prey…
He crawled up the bed between her spread thighs, his green eyes hooded and a look of complete depravity shadowing his expression. As he pressed his weight upon her, she could barely catch her breath. The tall, muscular bastard practically stole her air. With soft caresses, he gently ran his fingers up and down her arms while kissing her delicately on the side of her neck and face. His scent was clean and intoxicating.
She swallowed hard when he reached between their bodies. His knuckles brushed against her inner thigh as he took his dick into his hand. And when he started to push said dick within her, she sighed. Seconds later, he was fully inside, the impact swift and beautifully brutal. The sexy beast began to slowly pump his hips as she lay beneath him…the slight pain of her stretched limbs married the pleasure of his vicious thrusting.
He rose up on his hands, glaring down at her, an expression of command etched across his stern face. When he hastened his pace, the chain around his neck swung the caduceus pendant back and forth like a hypnotic pendulum. She felt blissfully helpless as an orgasm began to build within her. Each thrust he administered was followed by a throaty, masculine groan. He brushed against her engorged clit at each pass, twisting and turning his hips. Her eyelids fluttered as she suddenly climaxed, taking herself completely by surprise. Shuddering beneath him, she felt him slow ever so slightly, allowing her a moment of reprieve. But then, she was yanked out of her bliss when his large, warm hand wrapped around her throat.
He began to move faster now, each thrust more brutal than the last. She moaned and begged with her eyes, guilty lust erupting within her. How could something so wrong feel so right?
“What are you doing?!” she screamed as he snarled then bit into his lower lip.
His hips were moving and bucking at rapid speed; he fucked her so hard, she lost her breath. The bed shook violently as he dove impossibly deeper.
“I’m fucking my girlfriend… what the hell does it look like I’m doing?”
The nasty cruelty of his words sent her into another orgasm. She writhed with the sudden truth. His turn ons were hers, too—to be taken, to be violated and made to simply lie there and take it. The very thought sent her heart racing. Sweat dribbled down his face as he kept at it, with no indication he planned to slow down anytime soon. Her pussy cried a sticky, sweet river for he was ruthlessly pounding it, abusing her in the divinest of ways.
“You like it!” he roared. “Look at you! Breasts flushed… you keep having orgasms… nipples hard… you love this shit!”
He cackled, making her cheeks warm all the more with embarrassment at the realization. Was humiliation a part of the package, too?
“I don’t!” She tried to keep a straight face, but then burst out laughing. “I do! Shit, I do!”
“Ohhh baby, we’re going to be soooo good together, Sahara… I can never let you go now. Not that I was ever contemplating it anyway.” He paused just long enough to kiss the tip of her nose. She yelled out obscenities as he began again, this time harder than the last. Falling down upon her, he wrapped his hands around the back of her head and brought her in for a hard kiss. Tongues sliding, cock drilling so hard. Her pussy would need CPR afterward… of that, she was certain.
“I’m cumming! I’m going to fill you up! Take it!”
He groaned into her hair and the heat of his breath tickled her neck as his cream flooded the delicate walls of her pussy. He groaned loudly as he released; the sound turned her on so damn much, it sent her into a tiny spasm of orgasms. She sighed and hissed as she received him. After a short time, he rose and slid out of her, resting on his knees. His chest heaving, he looked between her legs. She could feel the warm trickle of his cum…
With a gentle touch, he caressed her clit as he looked into her eyes.
“This was a set up. Sahara. You got me to fall in love with you, to open up, and now you’ve given me something I’ve been wanting from you for a while… I’m yours.”
He started to untie her. When he was all finished, he stood with the scarves in his hand, looking down at her as if she were the most perfect person in the whole world.
“Be careful…” She stood, barely able to keep her balance for he’d given her loins a delicious workout. Pressing her finger to his lips, she leaned in close to him as he hugged her and kissed the top of her head. “Don’t put me on a pedestal, Vangelis. I’m a human being, just like everyone else.”
He squeezed her to him, then crushed her lips in a kiss. When he pulled away from her, he offered a sad smile.
“I can’t help it. You’re everything I ever wanted, and then some…”
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Child’s Play
…Several weeks later
“Thank you, Dr. Alexopoulos.” Ria got up from the table and reached for her blouse.
“You’re welcome. If you have any more soreness in your th
roat after you try the licorice tea, let me know, okay?” he said as he updated her information on the tablet.
“I will.”
“Make sure you take the lemon and honey lozenges. One in the morning, one in the afternoon, and allow the last one to rest in your mouth while you sleep. First thing in the morning, salt water, okay? Nothing acidic. Since you have back to back concerts next week, make sure you are not on the phone for long periods of time either. Talking should be kept to a minimum, period. Use emails and texts as much as possible, though I understand you have to practice your songs, but other than that—mum’s the word.”
“Okay, I won’t forget. Thanks again, Dr. Alexopoulos.”
“You’re always welcome, Ria.” He smiled at her, then exited the examination room and walked to his office. Closing the door behind him, he went to sit at his desk.
“It’s almost lunch time.” He noted the time on his computer. As he got ready to call reception and see what the ladies were ordering, his phone buzzed.
“Yes?”
“Dr. Alexopoulos, there is someone here to see you.”
“A patient?” He looked at the time again. “I don’t have anyone scheduled for 12:00 P.M. My next appointment is at 1:30 P.M.”
“Oh, I know. This is a guest… a Ms. Sahara Delaney.”
“Dr. Sahara Delaney,” he corrected. “Okay, send her back.”
He ended the call, confused. Clasping his hands over his stomach, he pivoted back and forth in his seat as he waited for her arrival. Moments later, he heard a tapping at his door.
“Come in, baby.” She stepped inside and closed the door behind her. “Now, why are you here? Did something blow up? Who do I need to punch in the face?” He chuckled as he rose from his seat and went to embrace her. He noticed then the picnic basket in her hand. After kissing her on the lips, he stepped back and crossed his arms.
“I don’t like pop up visits. But you knew you could get away with this because I’m head over heels in love with you.”
“That’s right.” She smirked in a sexy way as she walked past him. “I’ll just make myself comfortable.”
She sat at his desk across from his chair as if she were there for a patient pep talk. Setting the basket down, she shoved his computer out of the way and began to remove items from the basket. He sat back in his seat and simply watched.
First, she produced a large bottle of sparkling water and two wine glasses. Next came what appeared to be Brie cheese and some fancy crackers. Moments later, the entire spread lay before him—assorted fruits, beautiful navy blue napkins, an olive tray with feta, mixed green salads and the like.
“Here you go,” She passed him a plate after she put a little of this and that on it, serving him like some king. He felt spoiled, and his heart smiled.
“Thank you… this is so nice of you, honey. Thank you for doing this! I was just thinking about lunch when you came.”
The woman busied herself unwrapping an egg salad sandwich and took a bite off it.
“I’d been planning this for a few days. We both work very hard. This was a way to see one another, spend a little time together.”
He nodded in agreement as he took the other half of the sandwich, opened it up and inspected it. He didn’t miss her smirk as he did so. Reaching for the small black pepper shaker she’d brought, he shook it over the concoction, placed the top piece of toasted bread back over the spread, and bit into it.
“You’re so picky! Damn!” she teased.
All he could do was laugh. “Does it get on your nerves?” He took another bite of the sandwich.
“No… it’s who you are and I accept this about you. You didn’t make it a secret that you have high, discerning tastes.” He nodded, thankful that she didn’t have high hopes for some ‘come to Jesus moment’ of awakening.
“I have high, discerning tastes in women, too.” He winked. “That’s why I just had to have you.” Her cheeks warmed in color at his words. “This is delicious by the way. Did you make it?”
“Yes. If you didn’t like it, I honestly might have said ‘no.’” They both laughed at that.
“So, how has your work day been thus far?” He kicked his feet up on his desk and crossed his ankles, enjoying his meal to the fullest.
“Busy but good! This seven year old kid came in with a knot on his head the size of a baseball.” She rolled her eyes. “He was horsing around and fell off his bunkbed. His mother said he blacked out for a second or two so she worried. He’s okay, though. I advised them to ditch the bunkbeds. I made sure he could answer questions, gave him some pain medication, and told her to put ice on it for the swelling.”
“God, glad he’s okay. So, let me ask you something.”
“Yes?” She picked up an olive and popped it into her mouth.
“You told me on our first date, gee, that seems so long ago… but, uh, you told me you wanted to get married and have children. With you working with kids so much, does it make you want it even more? You know, a family?”
She sat there chewing for a while, looking at him as if she were contemplating his words long and hard.
“Sometimes. Most days I don’t think about it, really… at least not in that context. But I’ll admit that when I get a new patient, a toddler or newborn, it pulls at my heartstrings a little. Yeah, I want someone to call me ‘mommy’, and sometimes, my job does remind me that I’m not. So, how was your day thus far today?”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, not so fast.” He shoved the rest of his sandwich into his mouth and chewed quickly, hoping to not choke. “I am asking you an important question.” He snatched his napkin off the table and wiped his hands.
“And I answered.”
“Yes, you answered, but I am not finished discussing this with you.”
“What?” She threw up her hands. “You’ll ask me about my biological clock, things like that, and then we’ll have a conversation where in the end all of this really doesn’t matter because things will happen when they happen. It just doesn’t—”
“You don’t know that. You have no idea what’s going on in my mind right now.”
“And who’s fault is that?”
“Yours, Sahara, because you are so busy trying to act unphased by things, trying to show how strong you are, that you are forgetting we both know each other much better now…” She looked as if she wished to protest, but all she did was slink back in her seat and purse her lips. She was sulking. “Don’t look that way… don’t be mad at me. I am speaking the truth and you know it. Now listen, I told you during that first date that I do believe I want children – but I wanted them in marriage. Since I was on the fence about marriage, I was still trying to figure all of that out. I just want you to know, that being someone’s father, being called ‘Dad’, appeals to me, too. We’re on the same page, okay? I’ve been thinking about this more and more.” The woman looked truly surprised. “I’m serious.”
She opened a container of mixed melon chunks, strawberries, and grapes. Plucking a dark purple grape out of it, she popped it into her mouth and chewed slowly.
“And what makes you think you’ll be a good father, let alone husband?”
He sat back in his seat and clasped his hands.
“I had a good childhood. I know how parents are supposed to treat their children. I have far more patience with children than I do with adults. They don’t know any better.” She nodded. “I love you even more because of how gentle you are with children. I’ve heard you over the phone, those times you put me on hold when I call you at work. I heard you speak at that dinner… the passion you had. I think you’d make an excellent mother and that would encourage me in any deficits I may have.”
“What about the fact that if we get married, your children would be biracial?”
He shrugged.
“That would be my child… representing the love created between two different cultures. To me, that’s beautiful. As you’ve alluded to, who knows what the future holds? What I do know is that when
the time is right, you’ll stop taking your birth control and we’ll create a baby… one that we both want very badly. I love you so much and… I’ve actually fantasized about that. Creating a child with someone you feel so deeply about is like… it’s like one of the most wonderful things you can do. Alright, now we’re finished talking about it.” He laughed.
The woman shook her head then smiled at him. They continued to talk for quite some time, and it seemed as if she’d only been there a minute before she stood from her chair.
“Well, I better get back to the office.” She began to pick up their mess and he helped, tossing items in the trash and placing the leftover food back in the basket.
“I wish you didn’t have to leave.” His heart felt so heavy at that moment. He was mourning her already.
“You’ll see me again in a couple of days.” She tossed a plastic fork into the trash bag. Going around his desk, he grabbed her arms and placed them around his neck. He kissed her, savoring her energy in his space. He never wished to let her go.
“You make me feel so calm when you’re around. You’re good for me.” He kissed her once again.
“You’re good for me, too. I love you, Vangelis.” The woman’s eyes grew watery.
Cocking his head to the side, he slipped his tongue within her mouth, working it in slow circles. Before he knew what was happening, his pants were around his ankles and he was sitting in his chair with the woman kneeling before him. He groaned as she took his erect cock into her mouth, holding it at the base and sucking it feverishly.
“Shit!” he blurted through clenched teeth. He gripped the arms of his chair as he thrust his hips back and forth, fucking her mouth with all of his might. “This escalated quickly!” The woman paused, looked up at him, and they both burst out laughing. Then she went back to his dick, sliding her tongue up and down the length, making a second meal of it. “We went from talking about making kids to you swallowing them. Oww!”
He chortled hard when she slapped his thigh. When she pulled away from his member, a long strand of precum clung to her lower lip… He found it nastily sexy.